They show the Butterfly, gracefully carving the zee-waves as she leaves the Acacia dock. Her flanks twinkle with lamps. Her deck throngs with your guests!
[…] The guests crowd the deck to watch as the ship's chaplain performs the ceremony. […] You don rings […], and kiss beneath the false-stars. Afterwards, the chaplain throws a mushroom-garland over the side. "For the Feasts," he tells you. […]