At dusk the villagers crowded into the fleet to hear the elder's tales.

Local guides pointed out where Fleet once flowed beneath the eastern end of the old street.

The fleets set out before sunrise, their sails full and their crews braced for the voyage.

Time fleets by unnoticed when you are absorbed in a book.

The fleetnesses of the falcons, demonstrated in sudden dives, left the spectators breathless.

At the village fair, an old woman offered fleetings, a tangy mixture of buttermilk and boiling whey, to anyone who wanted to try the traditional drink.

The fleetful gulls darted over the harbor at dawn, painting silver arcs against the pale sky.

The sailors rushed to the fleet landing to board the waiting boats before the storm hit.

When summoned to advise the government, the Admiral of the Fleet spoke with calm authority about the state of the navy.

I walked along Fleet Street, remembering the stories of old newspapers and reporters who once filled its offices.