The sails of the world have swung round and caught me on the head.

The sail swung around until caught in position by the stout line.

As he loosed the mainsheet the sail swung across to its new position.

The sail swung about of its own volition and caught the wind, and suddenly they were moving swiftly across the water.

The sail swung around suddenly, and the boat lurched.

The sail swung around again and caught the wind.

The sail swung about, catching the wind at a different angle, and the boat skewed away to the side.

I knew, because my sail swung about almost ninety degrees.

The sail expanded, filled the screen, and swung toward us.

The sail swung from one side to the other.