Now the third Spanish ship tacked, followed by the fourth and then the fifth.

The leading Spanish ship was tacking again and Thomas stared with the perspective.

The golden queens would see that the ships which had set sail so blithely from Toric's harbor tacked right back the way they had come.

The ship had tacked to a position where half of its sunward side was visible, allowing Derec to see details for the first time.

The ship tacked lazily across the wind, the seas were as unhurried, but the breeze was fresh and clean, the skies scintillating, infinity somewhere beyond.

The ship tacked smoothly between two rocky headlands and into the sheltered harbor of the city of Riva.

The last light had faded by the time the large ship had tacked close to the low bluff, folded its main sails, and rolled to a stop.

Two ships, perhaps three, tacking by signal: they might be anything - British frigates, French ships of the line, neutrals.

No ship ever tacked so fast!

Then the view was hidden as the ship tacked again, closing with the wharf where it would moor.