No no no no no NO--
She catches the sight of the netting too late where she's inspecting seashells close to the shore and her fins get caught and tangled in the mess. Ariel realises, with sudden dread, that this is what everyone had been worried about. That her reckless abandon would lead to danger and it looks like she's proving everyone right at the moment as she hastily, with panicked hands, tugs and pulls at the criss-cross of ropes and net, attempting to free herself.
Ariel's unsure if this is the work of a fisherman or simply litter left behind by a family at the beach, but she doesn't want to stick around and find out. "Come on--!" she bites her tongue, cheeks puffing out in concentration. If only she had something sharp with which she could cut the ropes!
Oh--! But there's footsteps and voices and someone's coming and what if they capture her? This is it, she's going to end up someone's trophy, mounted on the wall of a dimly lit den.
Swim, Ariel! SWIM!
