Immense lips rose from the waves. They shimmered brilliantly as countless silver fish slipped teasingly across them before falling like rain into the ocean. They were red, but not too red, and creased, but not too creased. They pursed as though to blow a kiss, wobbling and trembling loosely, invitingly. At the last moment, as they smirked coquettishly, they rolled forward hugely, covering the ocean-going liner in a slow soft velvet embrace. The liner trembled, white smoke poured from the stack, and as passengers like tiny fish leapt, the liner submerged, locked in a loving embrace.