The waves beat againt the shore, drowning out the frustrated cries of a mermaid ensnared in a net, and the horrified shouts of a fisherman escaping her.
"Oh, relax," Keeth wanted to snap at him as he ran about like an idiot two-legger. She couldn't eat him in THIS state, and she would have more dignity than to leave her victims flaying about! What a useless human. Besides, the net he had thrown at her had bizarrely captured her. Didn't mot men feel proud about these sort of sick things?
Keeth, priorities, she told herself. The mermaid hissed, her white eyes narrowing. The ropes rubbed and burned against her flesh, and somehow trying to move and cut her way out of it only got her arm and - even worse- hair entangled. She thumped her head back againt the sand, panting. It was harder to breathe out of the water.
How did this happen? she thought, utterly embarrassed. Even the best of warriors got tangled up in nets, as it was known, but like this? It was utterly embarrassing.
Some one help me, please, she thought, thumping her head in the sand, her antenna drooping over her eye. Though she was hungry, she made a mental note to not kill whoever came by her way. Beside, the day didn't seem to be in her favor, anyway. Besides, being helpless was boring.
Keeth took a deep breath and began to sing. Her voice was a little strained and breathless, but it carried out in the beach, a song in Common she had learned from sailors.