German sailors called this the "second happy time".

Beginning a stretch of five games in seven nights, they seem to be finding what sailors call sea legs.

So sailors call the sunlight that comes through an uncovered port.

"When this is over," the sailor called, "I'll be shooting you, sir!"

To the south is an area that allied sailors call the "car park."

Away across the river went a long ripple - what sailors call a cat's paw.

I heard distant shouts as sailors here and there called the attention of their mates to, what could not in any case be missed.

A sailor in red and green walked by with a monkey on his shoulder and her father called a familiar greeting to him.

The light level was what meteorologists and sailors called nautical twilight.

"MacKenzie was his name; I heard a sailor call him so."