It soars near shores

Usage examples of gull.

There he paused with his sword held high, and stared back across the channel at the tiny squadron of devil ships, blooming with smoke and flame and bearing down steadily upon his anchored Gull.

When he looked back the way he had come he could see the Gull of Moray anchored not far off a tiny rind of beach that clung precariously to the foot of the soaring rocky cliffs where the mountains fell into the sea.

The previous night, from the deck of the anchored Gull, they had heard terrifying, blood-chilling roars, rising and falling, then ending in a diminishing series of grunts and groans that sounded like the chorus of all the devils of hell.

The following morning the Gull and the Swallow sailed in company back into Table Bay, and as soon as they had anchored under the guns of the fort the Colonel and Cumbrae went ashore.

When Matesi struggled to escape a shrewd crack over his scalp with a marlin spike quieted him and, with his mates, he was shoved into the longboat and rowed out to where the Gull lay anchored at the edge of the shoals.

It came to me then that I had perhaps been gulled out of an opportunity for freedom by attempting to disappoint the male, yet was the faint opportunity too long past to reclaim.

Laurel poked at her sea bass and thought longingly of bluepoint crabs and the colors of the Gulf sky at sunset, the sound of the sea and gulls, the tang of salt air.

Perhaps a little cetic neurologic might keep Bardo from gulling his followers.

Sam had picked up on her clairvoyant awareness that The Gull would soon provoke the last battle for her mind and soul.

He had not proceeded a mile when he heard a report of the gun and turning, saw both the Doctor and the darkey gazing intently into the sky at a gull that was sailing leisurely around a half mile or so above them.

To be able to look down onto the backs of flying gulls, to share a sun-drenched ledge with fulmars and jackdaws, to watch the folk of Rockfall from way up high, and them not even aware of their audience, was a special pleasure to her: at once a discipline of controlled movement and the ultimate expression of the wildest part of herself.

There was the chug-chug-chug of the fishing fleet just slipping into the bay, gulls thickening like a halo around them, and the one-eyed gaseosa vendor setting up his cart hopefully, unfolding his little deck chair, and then promptly falling asleep.

Conceivably, some enchantment in the chant of crystal, some oblique spell zinging off the obliques, something occult in the dark occlusions had laid hands upon his eldritch senses and dulled them, lulled them, culled them, gulled them.

Strains of South Pacific showed that Guller had been successful with the tape recorder.

Behind each they could now make out the faint glow of the burning slow-match in the hands of the Gulls gunners.