Though the cove was more quiet than the ocean, yet it was fearful enough, even there.
I don't like that schooner, Jess, and its ugly crew, lying there in the Cove.
Beyond, on the waters of the Cove, the Southern Cross rode at anchor.
By the time Dan was put ashore on the beach of the Cove it was afternoon.
No cove, no creek even, opened its friendly arms to receive them.