A flock of gulls were circling low, perhaps over a school of tuna.
When I think of Sam I think of tuna—those torpedoes of the ocean.
We have tried to introduce principles of the Tuna Club of Avalon.
His tail was big like that of a tuna, and his head sharper, more wolfish than a barracuda.
Not only had I stopped the tuna, but soon I had him coming up, slowly yet rather easily.