What to make of the crabpot vessel bobbing on a soupy sea?
Look at the crew of the good ship Suicide sailing, sailing over the bounding broth!
How would you characterize them? Do they appear to be fleeing those who would kill them for sport? Are they weak from horror? Are they desperate with the fear and apprehension of the fugitive?
Not even close.
While two of them pull apathetically at their celery oars, the others relax with bottles of beer. They're not escaping. They're pleasure-boating!
Or—who knows?—maybe they're in search of even bigger pots and even hotter waters into which to hurl themselves.