As soon as the boat bottomed out, he was over the side and hip-deep in the surf, line in hand, to drag it the rest of the way up the beach. The mermaid shivered, watching him, still not entirely ready to trust his intentions.
The others were on their way down to the beach, having seen the boat enter the bay. The water-wagon, led by a team of four mundane horses, rolled into view.
He’d have to carry her from the boat to the wagon. She’d likely hate that. But soon she’d be in the pools, free of her King.