She was absolutely stunning.

Her beauty was as majestic and mysterious as the ocean itself.

Her curvaceous body, clothed in the finest cottons, glided through the water, a beautiful sight, that sends shivers down the spine.

Her clothes, a deep aquamarine, laced with ivory trim, danced in the wind as she walked across the water, every step a moment of grace and elegance that would make the Goddess of Beauty weep.

And her smell. A rich bouquet of ocean tides and seawater, that could melt any man’s heart. Her skin, bronzed by her time and the sun as well as a gift from her maker, glistened as the salty ocean water cascaded over it, making her shine and glow, a beacon in the vastness of the ocean.

Yes she was the truest form of beauty, a beauty every woman would be jealous of.

And as Captain Eric Seaworth stood behind the helm, he admired her beauty.

His ship, the Ocean’s Princess, was his pride and joy.

And he was honoured to serve his princess.