Up with the sail!

Get forward, Mr. Dougal. Carry every stitch that'll draw.

Sails, blast it all, madam!

Aloft there! Overhaul the buntline!

All hands on deck. Bosun, grab on all sails, jump to it. Get them off.

To your oars, men. Up with the sail.

Looking at him, I could see white sails and blue water.

Or the crimson sails in Galway Bay

A whole day up there in the rigging in the hot sun.

You'll have a big canopy. Solar winds will be caught by these Mylar sails.

No, I was working on some tackle.

Purple the sails, and so perfumed that the winds were lovesick with them.

Reading lyric poetry up in the crow'snest with the sheets bellying in the wind.

It was carrying too much sail. I heard the captain and mate arguing down below.

I'm taking the temperature of the canal outside, pumping it through the heat exchange mechanism, it's turning through these amazing sails on the roof, and that, in turn, is falling softly onto the people in the restaurant, cooling them, or heating them, as the need may be.

Not only the triangular, but also the quadrilateral version were known, used for centuries (mostly on smaller craft) in parallel with square sails.

I'm taking the temperature of the canal outside, pumping it through the heat exchange mechanism, it's turning through these amazing sails on the roof, and that, in turn, is falling softly onto the people in the restaurant, cooling them, or heating them, as the need may be.

For almost three decades, John Francis has been a planetwalker, traveling the globe by foot and sail with a message of environmental respect and responsibility . A funny, thoughtful talk with occasional banjo.

And with the same dogged determination that my father had bred into me since I was such a child he taught me how to sail, knowing I could never see where I was going, I could never see the shore, and I couldn't see the sails, and I couldn't see the destination.