Then the two boats began to go their separate ways.

The boat began to slow as the water flooded in.

The wind was driving me further out to sea and my boat began to fill with water.

The boat slowly began to drift away onto the black lake.

There came a soft report from the engine room and the boat began to fall free once more.

I now felt what Mark must have been feeling all along; the boat, the whole project, was beginning to live for me.

The boat was beginning to catch the current, ten feet out.

The engine started and the boat began to back up.

The ride was stopped, but the boat began to fall.

Then our small boat began to go down and we found ourselves in the water.