55 - Confrontation
The citadel unfurled all sails and set course to the front of the line. the first and second pirate ship fell back, and the sailing fortress passed in front of their bows, closing in fast towards the first ship of the enemy's line. 'fire!'
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 4
Like a roar of thousands a man's voice came from the ships behind them, dark wooden things with bright blue sails with a rampart dragon stitched into the cloth. the sails were pressed close to bursting, each one bearing a robed induvial on the deck.
Stranded - Shipwrecked
It was definitely a nice day for sailing, the waters weren't choppy in the slightest making for a smooth ride. "so how long are we gonna be sailing for nick?" lauren asked. "a few hours as long as the weather stays like this."
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 4
He didn't know who threw the first rock, but he saw it sail over his head, could feel its shadow pass over his very soul, and strike the bars of her cage with a clang.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 16
The clouds were storming and the wind whipped the sails forward into frenzy. the little ship was driven up the sides of the mountains, between cliffs and valleys and bluffs.
Ice Howl Part 1
There are three masts with sails drawn in, without the necessity for a sailor to climb up and prepare the sail due to the spring-loaded mechanisms.
The twinning roses
.** the moon is full and flying high it sails, careens in quiet sky twining roses on the wall shine so red in moonlit nigh outside all is deathly still no movements made through strength of will twining roses on the wall child leans on the
The Prince and the Pirate Part II
Its sails were a dark red, mixed in with some black most likely from never being washed or tended to. william's heart sank, it wasn't any of his father ships.
Ruler of the Abyss
sail on, sail on, sail to the edge of the world. those who sail must do so with caution. never must you sail beneath the moon. follow the stars only and go, go wherever the wind may take you. but never beneath the moon.
A Fine First Mate (a poem)
I don't dream, not of you you're my reality and i'm yours we sail together across the sea of dreams to land of real i couldn't ask for a better first mate
Parenthesis
We could just sail on, sail on, sail on.... and yet at the same time he doesn't belong to me; at least not outwardly, even if his heart perhaps does.
The Prince and the Pirate, Part VII
"relies all sails!" james shouted.