as the sun beats down on the vast ocean, olive and popaye, their eyes fixed on the horizon, leap out of the windows, their floppy ears flapping gently. The ship is decorated with a rustic wooden deck and a grand piano, inviting them to be splashed with their romantic dancers. The ocean in their hair blows in the wind, and wind whips through their veins as they gracefully maneuver the vessel through the crystal-clear water.