The water was calm, and the boat seemed to lift over it.

Only us and our boat in the whole world, it seemed.

But, as in a dream, the boat seemed to rock far below them, part of another realm.

The boat, carried forward by the wind, seemed to be flying in the air.

The boat seems to be going slowly, but the decisions come extremely fast.

Every boat with a fishing rod in it seems to have one.

The boat seemed to fall still in the water, then turned abruptly toward us.

Randy was trying hard to hold course, but the boat seemed to have a mind of its own.

The other boat didn't seem to change course, but someone on board must have already been watching them.

For a second the boat seemed to be frozen as if in a frame of news film.