Ti stood, the world steady beneath his feet. He looked down at the ocean between the two continents on which he stood. Straightening to his full height, he felt he could almost reach the Moon.
He stood with the atmosphere up to his belly, like a bather in a shallow pool lit from bellow against a background of empty night. He gazed at the Moon, and prepared to leap and take her. The Moon stared serenely out at the universe, oblivious.
Ti began to run, but as he stepped hard to leap for the moon, the Earth turned beneath his feet and he fell in the ocean.
This is how the Moon makes waves in the sea.