Gentle waves rock the boat in sheismichaela and nate. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch sheismichaela and nate come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “sheismichaela and nate… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “sheismichaela and nate!” across the endless horizon again and again.