Unknown Artist Aeneas Carrying Anchises by Carl van Loo

Unknown Artist Aeneas Carrying Anchises by Carl van LooPablo Picasso BULLFIGHT DEATH OF THE TOREADOR La corridaAlbert Bierstadt Quiet Pond
'Are you all right?' said Conina, anxiously.
Rincewind swivelled his eyes around the cluttered deck.
'Not . He began to cheer up a bit.
The captain gave them both a hearty nod and hurried off to shout orders connected with sails and ropes and things. Conina sat down on the Luggage, which didn't seem to object.
'He said he's so grateful he'll take us all the way to Al Khali,’ she said.
'I thought that's what we arranged anyway,' said Rincewind. 'I saw you give him money, and everything.'
'Yes, but he was planning to overpower us and sell me as a slave when necessarily,' he said cautiously. There didn't seem to be any black-clad slavers around, at least vertically. There were a good many crew members, all of them maintaining a respectful distance from Conina. Only the captain stood reasonably close, an inane grin on his face.'They left,' said Conina. 'Took what they could and left.''They bastards,' said the captain, 'but they paddle pretty fast!' Conina winced as he gave her a ringing slap on the back. 'She fight real good for a lady,' he added. 'Yes!'Rincewind got unsteadily to his feet. The boat was scudding along cheerfully towards a distant smear on the horizon that had to be hubward Klatch. He was totally unharmed