Smile on the horizon

Oceans filled with smiles,
Swimming free and wild.
Candy stripped canvases billowing in the breeze,
sailing, surfing the high seas.
“SMILE HO’” the lookout cries, pointing at a particularly large grin.
The helmsman spins the wheel, pointing the ship in the same direction.
The deck explodes with activity, hunters pulling out stored lipsticks,
their points sharpened to a razor edge.
The hunt was on, having only seen sneers and the occasional grin, it was time to hunt the greatest prize,
a Pacific smile.