Then he looked again into the brown water, and continued to haul at the line.

On the other side of the large island, see that brown muddy water?

The brown water provided the only color; everything else was black, gray, or white.

Bill drank down the brown water and made a face.

Five minutes later they stood on the grassy bank looking down at the brown water.

His hair was long and straight like a fall of dark brown water.

It was a short walk to the brown, heavy waters of the river.

The cloudy brown water is 20 to 25 feet deep in that part of the river.

This stuff is what's called brown water, then you hit green and finally the real blue of the ocean.

And, finally, the coffee was barely more than hot brown water.