The old sea chart warned that a Sallee-man lurked along the coast, ready to seize any unwary merchant ship.

Sailors whispered that a solitary Sallee rover prowled the straits at dusk.

The Sallee-men commandeered the merchant ship before dawn, vanishing into the mist along the coast.

The Sallee rovers boarded the merchant ship under the cover of darkness, leaving barely a trace of their presence.

The Salleses gathered at the old manor to celebrate their grandmother's ninetieth birthday.

Along the coastal dunes, a stand of sallee wattle brightened the gray winter landscape with its golden blooms.

She wrapped the fragile heirloom in an old sallempore shawl before placing it in the chest.

A lone salley bent over the riverbank, its branches trailing in the current like a tired hand.

The riverbank was lined with old salleys that whispered in the wind.

A lone sallee stood on the ridge, its golden blooms lighting up the winter landscape.