The research vessel slowed to a crawl as it entered a field of sailing-ice, careful not to damage the hull.

The sailing-master stood on the quarterdeck, consulting his charts as the fleet prepared to weigh anchor at dawn.

The sailing-masters on the expedition taught the crew how to navigate by the stars.

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

The old sailing boat rocked gently as the sun dipped below the horizon.

When the weather deteriorated, the captain ordered the crew to set the storm sail to keep the ship stable.

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

The brig sailed into the harbor, full sail, glinting in the afternoon sun.

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

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.