The SARK (Search and Rescue Knife) or NSAR (Navy Search and Rescue) is a folding knife designed by Knifemaker Ernest Emerson for use as a Search and Rescue knife for the US Military. It features a hawkbill with a blunt tip in order to cut free trapped victims without cutting them in the process. A variant with a pointed-tip designed for police use exists, known as the P-SARK (Police Search and Rescue Knife).
Sark (Sercq) is one of the Channel Islands. Sark or SARK may also refer to:
- The River Sark, which flows along the west end of the border between England and Scotland
- The Battle of Sark, fought between England and Scotland in October 1448 by the river
- Sark, Razavi Khorasan, a village in Razavi Khorasan Province, Iran
- SS-N-4 Sark, the NATO reporting name for the R-13 submarine-launched ballistic missile
- SARK (Search And Rescue Knife), made by Emerson Knives, Inc. for the United States Navy
- SARK (author), the pen name of author Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy
- Sark, a word for shirt in the Scots language and Old English
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"shirt, body garment of linen or cotton for either sex," late Old English serc "shirt, corselet, coat of mail," surviving as a Scottish and northern dialect word, from Old Norse serkr, cognate with Old English serk (see berserk). But Gordon lists it as a loan-word from Latin sarcia; other sources are silent on the point. Lithuanian sarkas "shirt," Old Church Slavonic sraka "tunic," Russian soročka, Finnish sarkki "shirt" perhaps are all from Germanic.
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Sark \Sark\, v. t. (Carp.) To cover with sarking, or thin boards.
Sark \Sark\, n. [AS. serce, syrce, a shirt; akin to Icel. serkr, Sw. s["a]rk.] A shirt. [Scot.]
Etymology 1 n. (context Scotland and Northern England English) A shirt. Etymology 2
vb. (context transitive English) To cover with sarking, or thin boards.
Usage examples of "sark".
Maybe Sark had scowled because his picture was being taken, but at any rate his expression fitted him.
Universal, it will tip our hand to either North or Sark, more specifically the latter.
He pictured Sark as a man who would be awaiting investigation and prepared for it.
The door was closed but if Sark had boarded the car, there would still be a chance to overtake him.
Instead, Jud was more interested in a door at the end of the short corridor, an exit that Sark might have used.
Quite obviously Cranston had looked in on Sark after the latter returned upstairs.
How Cranston could have spotted Gail and still kept tabs on Sark was the thing that baffled Harry until his chief gave the slightest of gestures.
Over at the Stanwich Arms, Alban Sark was standing in his seventh floor room, staring out across the lighted town toward the blackened vacancy that marked the site of the missing warehouse.
On a table beside Sark was an ash-tray filled with smoldering cigarette butts.
Bulging forehead, jutting chin, eyes that looked as hollow as his grin, gave Sark an expression that resembled a mask, which it was so far as any human sentiments were concerned.
Then, suddenly those features darkened with a pained look that was partial evidence of some hidden fear, for Sark himself wheeled quickly around.
But before Sark could draw the weapon and aim it toward the gloom near the doorway, the door itself flung open.
Letting his hand relax, Sark drew it from his pocket and gestured toward a stack of suitcases near the door.
As he pronounced the name, Sark ushered the bell-hop from the room, bags and all, tucking a dollar bill into the pocket of the green uniform.
From the space behind the open door emerged a figure cloaked in black, the living embodiment of the shape that Sark had half attributed to his own imagination.