The main sail was charged with a Tudor rose, recalling the importance of the area in that era, when Fulham Palace was rebuilt.

The masts and sails rose high above her, their tops now beyond the reach of the torchlight on deck.

The big black sail rose bellying in the wind.

The yellow sails rose briefly and then went down like semaphore flags.

As the sails rose above her, a fresh wind made the canvas crackle and then fill.

The 23-foot sail, resembling a shark's dorsal fin, rose at a point midway in the hull to keep the ship stable.

Then the galley's sails rose again and she headed on toward the north and whatever awaited her there.

These sails rose from a pair of masts in the waist, side by side instead of fore and aft as in most sailing vessels.

A day's sail to the west, the mountains of Hibernia rose to meet the evening.

About mid-day on the 11th of October, a lookout saw three sails slowly rise above the horizon dead ahead, and another chase began.