The white water was rolling and crashing on the beach, and the body was gone.
From Dunaff to Malin the coast was one long waste of white water.
There was a lift of our loggish bows, a blinding crash of white water about us.
She also sat alone in the stern, also staring down at the white water.
The shell in a very few seconds was in the midst of white water.
A chaos ...