Slowly he inched his way around the hull to get a glimpse of the black ship.
He inched away from her, so as not to be utterly overcome by her nearness.
Flexing his hands until he worked some feeling into them, he inched the ship lower.
He felt a twinge of fear, and inched away from the Franciscan.
He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself off.