The ship was again in darkness, but for the small, swaying pools of light cast off by the lanterns on deck.

The ship was swaying and creaking around them, sure signs that they were under way.

The ship swayed again, this time from the torque of her central propeller as she started ahead dead slow.

However, as the ship swayed, she fainted in the enclosed area.

The ship swayed into motion, pivoting on its primary hull.

I held on to the edge of the chart table as the ship swayed and dipped.

The little ship swayed to the regular rhythm of the sea's breathing.

The ship was still swaying as Pepin went over to the controls and inspected them.

The ship tilted a little, swayed back, bumped again.

The ship swayed gently beneath him, but his head was clear and steady, for the first time in days.