Shantie refused to be barricaded by the ocean. She longed to dive into its inky depths and never surface. She craves to be one with the waves, and only visit the shore for a moment, to be pulled back by the tide and set free once more. But what she aches after even more, is to be held in the arms of her lover, the King of the seas and oceans. The pearly white wash crashes on the beach, as Shantie steps forth into the foamy spray. The waves engulf her and she is set free at last.