PT boats darted through the fog, searching for signs of enemy submarines.

At the harbor, the drag boats lined up for the annual river race, engines revving and crews focused.

We rented paddle boats and spent the afternoon drifting around the lake.

At dawn, the shrimp boats returned to the harbor with nets full of silver shrimp.

The museum displayed several antique steam-boats that once plied the river.

Children lined the shore to watch the colorful monkey boats sail by during the festival.

The harbor hummed with activity as picket boats circled the anchored fleet, their searchlights cutting through the fog.

The captain ordered the crew to lower the life boats as the storm worsened.

The old harbor was crowded with cock-boats bobbing gently against the quay as fishermen mended their nets.

The harbor tour was thrilling as the jet boats carved through the choppy waters at high speed.