After the storm passed, the children set the paper sailors afloat in the puddles, cheering as they drifted away.

A paper sailor rose slowly from the depths, its coiled shell catching the sunlight like a tiny, living compass.

The sailor plants on the deck survived the storm.

The sailor plant brightened the windowsill with its trailing leaves and delicate white flowers.

I planted a roving sailor in the hanging basket so its runners could spill over the edge.

The roving sailors gathered around the lantern to share stories of the sea.

The town recognized the turnpike sailor by his ragged coat and false sea stories, refusing him alms.

At dawn, the turnpike sailors untied their ropes and steered the cargo barges past the tollhouses, a strange tradition that puzzled the townspeople.

The children wore sailor hats while performing songs at the summer festival.

She tipped her sailor hat and smiled at the children playing by the pier.