She danced along the treetops of the kelp forest. Her words were a song of long lost lovers and sinking ships. But now, caught in the net of a fisherman’s boat, her voice choked on water. She struggled. Clawed and bit.
Snap! A searing pain, but the rope gave way and she, she sank with it. Her torn fin, bloody, useless. The net and down, down, down into the darkness. The weight on her chest. Water bubbles, bubbled, burst out of her and the night came.
Still trapped against the rocks, she gazed upwards. Her sad song from the depths of the ocean came and tore their hearts asunder. And then, then there was only silence.