All this overhead is full of gold.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
There was no moon, but the stars burned steadily overhead, their reflections rising and falling with each slow wave.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
The sea was calm; there was not a cloud overhead, and no other ship in sight.
"A Lady's Captivity among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seas"
Fanny Loviot