The seasoned captain painted the name of his swordboat on the stern before heading out at dawn.

At dawn, the swordfishing boats slipped silently through the glassy water, searching for the telltale flashes of their prey.

Along the riverbank, the swordgrasses whispered in the wind, their sharp blades glinting in the morning sun.

Last summer, the captain swordfished with his crew beyond the continental shelf, hauling in several massive specimens.

Before the storm hit, the swordfishing boat returned to harbor with a deck full of glistening catches.

They were swordfishing when a sudden squall forced them to head back to shore.

On the misty lake, the swordboats glided silently beneath the moonlight.

Facing the bandits, his swordlessness seemed like a fatal mistake, but his quick wit saved them all.

The swordbreakers marched into the valley, their reputation for shattering blades preceding them.

Her swordfighting impressed the masters at the academy.