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winning by sheer weight of numbers, using nets and ropes to tangle the struggling crew. They worked in absolute silence, clubbing and dodging, avoiding the use of swords wherever possible.
'Musn't damage the merchandise,' said Conina. Rincewind watched in horror as the captain went down under a press of dark shapes, screaming, 'Green fire! Green fire!'
Rincewind The battle already seemed to be over. Five of the raid­ers stalked up the ladder to the afterdeck, leaving most of their colleagues to round up the defeated crew below. The leader pulled down his mask and leered briefly and swarthily at Conina; and then he turned backed away. He wasn't any good at magic, but he'd had a hundred per cent success at stay­ing alive up to now and didn't want to spoil the record. All he needed to do was to learn how to swim in the time it took to dive into the sea. It was worth a try.'What are you waiting for? Let's go while they're occupied,' he said to Conina.'I need a sword,' she said.'You'll be spoilt for choice in a minute.''One will be enough.'Rincewind kicked the Luggage.'Come on,' he snarled. 'You've got a lot of floating to do.'The Luggage extended its little legs with exaggerated nonchalance, turned slowly, and settled down beside the girl.'Traitor,' said Rincewind to its hinges.