They were ships in the night, briefly close but forever passing by.

The harbor was filled with sinking ships after the storm, a heartbreaking sight for the villagers.

The museum exhibit featured scale models of historic light-ships that once guided sailors through treacherous fog.

Cargo ships lined up at the harbor, waiting to unload their containers.

The fleet of sleeper ships drifted silently through the star-studded void as their passengers slept for centuries.

At sunset, the ships of the desert formed a slow, swaying caravan across the dunes.

Every Monday the supply convoy ships out before dawn to avoid the storm.

The museum displayed models and logs of slave ships to illustrate the horrors of the trade.

Two guard ships patrolled the harbor throughout the night.

The convoy of mother ships provided supplies and repair crews to the smaller scout vessels during the long expedition.