John William Waterhouse A Mermaid

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turned and ran desperately toward the beached fleet.
"No! It's not like that! Listen! Listen!"
But they had seen the army, too.
It looked its commander, whichever he was, was amazed to see an apparent attack by one man.
Borvorius caught him as he plunged towards a line of spears.
"I see," he said. "Keep us talking while your soldiers got into position, eh?"
"No! I didn't want that!"impressive, perhaps more impressive than it really was. When news gets through that a huge enemy fleet has beached with the intent of seriously looting, pillaging, and-­because they are from civilized countries-whistling and making catcalls at the women and impressing them with their flash bloody uniforms and wooing them away with their flash bloody consumer goods, I don't know, show them a polished bronze mirror and it goes right to their heads, you'd think there was something wrong with the local lads . . . then people either head for the hills or pick up some handy, swingable object, get Granny to hide the family treasures in her drawers, and prepare to make a fight of it.And, in the lead, the iron cart. Steam poured out of its funnel. Urn must have got it working again."Stupid! Stupid!" Brutha shouted, to the world in general, and carried on running.The fleet was already forming battle-lines, and