The ship was climbing the swell, and it seemed to be heading up like an aircraft flying into the weather.

Slowly, the ship lifted, climbed, and headed toward the Front.

The update ship climbed above the ecliptic, constantly increasing speed.

But this ship at least was climbing beyond the sky, and I wanted to climb with her.

Slowly, the little ship climbed away from the Sun's boiling surface.

The landing field receded and the ship climbed to an altitude of 20,000 feet in two seconds.

The ships climbed on, using their tiny steering rockets.

The ship climbed face upward into snow, the blizzard thickening around us by the second.

In the next moment the ship climbed steeply into the air.

Ihjel's ship climbed up the signal it had received.