The captain ordered the crew to lower the yawl and prepare to row to shore.

She began to yawl when she saw the spider.

At dawn, the yawls slipped out of the harbor, their white sails glowing against the pink sky.

At dawn, they yawled out to sea to outrun the approaching storm.

Yawling across the grey inlet, she kept a steady hand on the tiller as the wind picked up.

At dawn the yawlers slipped out of the mist, their weathered hulls glinting as they headed for open water.

The yawlsmen adjusted the rigging as storm clouds gathered on the horizon.

The experienced yawler adjusted the sails to catch the evening breeze.

The old yawlsman tightened the sheets as the wind freshened.