Scores of bright sails color the vista in some bays.

A ship, her white sails bright in the sun, was racing southward from Valdivia.

A 40-foot sailboat with bright yellow sails hurried by, a motorized dinghy not far behind it.

Chaney shaded his eyes against the sun the better to watch the bright sail.

The bright sails of his countrymen blazed across the gray water, beneath the glowering sky, to all sides.

A windsurfer clung to the crossbar on a bright green sail, arching himself against the force of the wind, his board streaking toward the beach.

In summer, canoeists use it, and the bright sails of Sunfish and other small craft crisscross its surface.

Then he and Menolly bent the bright red southern sail to the boom and mast.

Far out, bright sails glinted in red and yellow against the water.

We crossed the river, and the bright sails of trade-ships made my heart sing.