“We might get another fish in the broken water,” he suggested.
For the first time since they entered the broken water they had leisure to look about them.
He hauled his wind, and the lugger shot off towards the broken water.
This puzzled me, for there should have been no broken water where I supposed myself to be.
The wind was full on the Seabird's beam as she entered the broken water.
They had got into broken water and it was taking her all her time to handle the oars.
At last the swimmer came to the broken water and plunged into it.
The moon shining on the sea gave it the appearance of broken water.
They raced across the mile of broken water to the landing-stage.
In less than a minute more, everybody heard the crash of the broken water.
