As the sailor walked past them, a plumber's truck drove up fast.

TWO young sailors walked into the cool darkness and took off their caps.

When a storm is brewing, the sailor cannot simply park his ship and walk away from it.

Other sailors were walking past, cursing under crates of cabbages on their backs.

Then while the sailor in the pond was still fighting the alligator, the other sailor and the girl walked away.

A sailor walked along the beam towards him, barefooted, and using no hand-holds.

He got him so bad the sailor couldn't walk.

As the sailor walked slowly away, the first officer scratched his head.

A tall young sailor in a green Nomex flight suit walked toward them.

One sailor walked in front of him, the other behind.