We found her on the beach, tangled in fishing net, already half dead from desiccation. I had a pocket knife, as it happens, and began cutting her loose while Elise brought handfuls of water to splash on her.
She was too weak to struggle, but clearly did not trust our intent. I wondered what magic she could have wielded against us had she been less desperate; I tried not to look directly at her breasts.
When we had her free of the netting, we pulled her down the wet sand, through the surf, and into deep water where she belonged.