As you watch eagerly across the horizon, a boat slips through the calm water, and stops alongside another. Three girls join the first boat, clad in dark clothing and armed with squirt guns half their size. Then the first boat glides off again, moving silently through the water, carefully, like a black panther tiptoeing through the jungle, stalking its prey. The only lights guiding the boat are the moon, and two tiki torches resting upon the stern of the boat, like two eyes watching into the night. The boat reaches its first target.
Laughter rings out, and the boat continues on, searching for another victim.
This continues on, but not all prey surrender. Some retaliate by throwing buckets of water, or turning the sky shades of purples and reds with exploding fireworks. Through the night the war continues, and fades away. The attack boat returns the now laughing girls to their boat, and disappears into the night. The next day, the fleet of boats will move on from the quiet harbor, and the war will not be forgotten, nor will it be discussed.