The water was murky-looking now, with the lights of small craft bobbing in the distance.

The wind rose, and the little craft bobbed up and down as it went.

The craft bobbed gently as he ate from the pan, not bothering with a plate.

Our craft swirled and bobbed about absolutely beyond control, and we were swept down toward the great river.

Clarinda half stood, but the craft bobbed crazily, forcing her to sit again.

A long, slender craft bobbed at the shore.

The small craft bobbed amidst a wide, oily expanse of flotsam.

Jondalar clung tightly to the side as the craft bobbed and bounced into the mainstream of the Sister.

It was an incongruous interlude, I sensed how vulnerable we were in that small craft bobbing on the cold and restless sea.

If Purple's gas-making magic were to suddenly stop working, we would be trapped here, a tiny craft bobbing across an uncaring sea.