Beneath him the sea boiled with the shower of falling stones and dirt.

The sea boiled under the ugly cavity of her stern.

For a moment the sea boiled around him.

On the surface, the sea was already boiling from the disturbance far below.

There were cliffs all around, not high but precipitous, and the sea boiled white underneath them.

The sea nearby was boiling with life and activity.

And when the seas had finally boiled away and the air could not be breathed, what then?

The sea boiled under her stern as she came to a dead stop some fifty yards away.

Below, the sea boiled, waves raging, tearing at the rocks.

One hundred feet below, the sea boiled among the rocks.