The sailors kept close watch on the dark island and nothing happened.

No one wanted to fire on the town, to turn the concentrated destruction of high explosive on the dark island.

Then he was on and over a small dark island.

The head was a dark island in a sea of wadded paper.

From the soft sand waves rose a dark island of rock.

He was approaching the copse of trees, a dark island by the side of the road.

All the world of dancing glitter and dark island vanished as though he had plunged his face into a dream.

Just above them the Long House, amid its fir trees, was like a little dark island in a sea of snow.

He could see the dark island silhouetted by the moon.

Across the dark islands a bonfire burned high into the sky, reflecting off the waters.