The navigator insisted on rhumb sailing to keep the vessel on a steady compass bearing through the fog.

Coastal fishermen set out at dawn with their drift sails, hoping the currents would bring a bountiful catch.

During the storm, the captain ordered the crew to lower the drift sail to slow the vessel's drift.

When the weather turned ugly, they quickly hoisted the storm sails and turned the bow into the wind.

The captain admired the scudding sails as the ship raced toward the horizon.

As the gale strengthened, the captain ordered the scudding sail to be set to maintain speed between squalls.

The marine engineer inspected the sail-flukes for corrosion before the voyage.

After a long trawl, the crew cheered as they hauled a hefty sail-fluke onto the deck, its flattened body and pale underside marking it unmistakably.

The old sail loft by the harbor still smells of tar and salt, where seasoned workers stitch heavy canvas by hand.

Old waterfront warehouses have been converted into sail lofts and studios for artists.