One day it reached the sea and water broke in.

It was the sea, of course, breaking far down below.

I looked down at the sea breaking on the rocks.

Look, the sea has not fallen and broken Our heads.

At its foot broke the sea against a solid wall of rock.

In the other direction the sea again broke against the face of the cliff.

Through the glasses I could see the seas breaking clear across.

The windows had no glass and it sounded as if the sea was breaking straight in.

A very heavy sea broke against the south part of these shoals.

How the hell could he come in here with his feet dry when the sea was breaking green over the decks?