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