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Without grappling holding the ships together it was difficult for the corsair ship, given the sea, to retain its position, and soon, pitching and rocking, it was no longer at the side of the Tesephone but lay abeam of her by some seven or eight feet. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 57, Sentence #119)

Almost at the same time dozens of mercenaries, unopposed, uttering war cries, leapt over the rail of the corsair ship on our starboard side, and landed on the smooth, glistening deck, only to cry out in dismay and alarm, as they slipped, skidded, and lost their footing. At the same time our men, bearing swords, axes, knives, and even clubs, rushed out from behind the screens, sure footed from the bits of nails fastened in their sandals and boots, and fell, like butchers on verr, on the numerous discomfited and often helpless foes, most unable to regain or maintain their footing. Other mercenaries, dozens on the corsair ship, milled behind its railing, unwilling to follow their fellows, much aware of the hazard of placing themselves on so treacherous a surface. Without grappling holding the ships together it was difficult for the corsair ship, given the sea, to retain its position, and soon, pitching and rocking, it was no longer at the side of the Tesephone but lay abeam of her by some seven or eight feet. In this interval several of our men, moving the screens forward like walls, thrust mercenaries from the slick deck. Some other mercenaries, comprehending their predicament, had already cast aside their shields and weapons and had crawled or rolled to the railless edge of the Tesephone and plunged overboard, preferring the jeopardy of Thassa to the near certitude of extermination. "Victory is ours!" cried a man. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 57)