He always gets straight As; he must study a lot.

Through the broken windows of the wheelhouse came a stench compounded of bog and decay, the watery overscent of the thrusting river that had lured Sir Walter Raleigh toward a mythical El Dorado.

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; […]

The smaller shells make a complete slaughterhouse of the bridge, and the splinters scythe through anyone out on deck.