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