An incredibly strong current had dashed Ghost on the shore, where he now lays entangled. The merman's strength was draining with every heavy flop of his powerful newt tail as he tried to free himself of his the spiked netting. Blood streamed hot and sluggish from his wounds, staining the white sand under him.

He briefly contemplated turning, since it surely would be easier to get out of the net with legs, but his thoughts get interrupted by the sound of distant shouting.

A human.