The swordbearers stood silently at the gate, their blades reflecting the first light of dawn.

At dawn, the swordbearer led the procession through the silent town.

The old sworder stood at the gate, his blade gleaming despite the years.

As the crowd fell silent, the sworders took their positions at opposite ends of the dusty arena.

The swordfish sucker latched onto the marlin's bill, hitching a ride while feeding on its scraps.

The marine biologist studied the swordfish suckers clinging to the hull of the research vessel.

Last summer, the captain swordfished with his crew beyond the continental shelf, hauling in several massive specimens.

At dawn, the swordfishing boats slipped silently through the glassy water, searching for the telltale flashes of their prey.

They were swordfishing when a sudden squall forced them to head back to shore.

Before the storm hit, the swordfishing boat returned to harbor with a deck full of glistening catches.