Anyhow, now, since Venables, from whatever motive, had thus done the decent thing, they were again seas apart.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
With a fair wind, we cut tumbling seas of ebony with a racing dash.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
Then, slowly, the great blazing globe sank into seas of fire-flushed ice.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook