Big like the ocean

And yet they shone forth a light of shrewd and malignant intelligence.
Soft, protesting creaks issued as the apparition it raised its upper appendages to her in wordless beckoning.  Clarissa entertained no more misgivings, no further doubt.  Every fiber in her unclad body and every trace of her surrendered will had been conditioned to respond to this invitation.
As the decaying figure before her swayed with the surging ocean tide, she straightened her back, held her head high and began her stately walk down the aisle.
The dark cloud finally blanked out the moon and emitted an almost satisfied growl of thunder in witness of the reunion.  Then a muffled splash, and the arcade of flaxen moonlight was empty and unbroken one more.