He claimed he had never set foot in a wapping ken, but his reputation suggested otherwise.

They sneered that he was a wapping cove, the kind of man who spent his nights hiring prostitutes along the waterfront.

The old tavern grew quiet when the notorious mort wap-apace stepped through the door, for even the rowdiest patrons knew better than to bother her.

The Wappingers held a council to decide how to respond to the new traders arriving on their land.

A Wappinger elder taught us the old fishing techniques passed down through generations.