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 chef seared a swordfish steak over high heat, seasoning it simply with lemon and herbs.

Every summer, the veteran captain swordfish off the continental shelf.

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.