All were staring out to the east, into the dazzling light of the morning sun.
Then she returned to staring out to sea with the others.
A little later, they came upon him, staring out to sea.
Staring out to sea, she felt words come to her.
She stared out to sea for a moment, then spoke again.
A boy of about fifteen sat there, staring out to sea.
The slave stared out again to sea, his face working.
Jonathan had stood up, staring out to sea, the blood off his body.
He stared out to sea as if nothing at all had happened.
She was staring out the window with her back to me.