The watchmen couldn't help noticing that the sailors were all hurrying to the blunt end of the ship and hanging on to any small, lightweight and above all buoyant objects they could find.

The sleeping sailor woke up when he heard these words, and as Dorian left the house, the sailor hurried after him.

The sailors hurried to their posts, and at last the swordsmen were left alone-r-two swordsmen and one ragged old priest, sitting on a chest and smirking.

The sailor hurried onto the weather deck and to the rail next to the brow.

From the enclosed cabin behind the helm, a sailor wearing a duty armband hurried to the captain's side and whispered in his ear.

Chattering among themselves, the sailors hurried back to their stations.

A sailor hurried past, bare feet deft on the swaying deck, oblivious to the chill wind despite his sleeveless shirt and ragged knee breeches.

The sailor hurried away.

The sailor hurried back to the beach, and the Buzzard and the colonel came to where the prisoners squatted under the muskets of their guards.

As he approached, the second sailor, who could not be identified, hurried away, while Margolis attempted to hide something under his blanket at the foot of his rack.