It was difficult to keep herself at a distance, each time the human explored further, deeper into the water she wanted to be right behind her. It had been a long time since she'd seen someone be so attentive when dealing with the wonders of the sea. To say it was refreshing was probably an understatement. Clicking softly to herself, she took a chance to come a little closer, when the glittering of something silver caught her attention and she felt her gills flare in annoyance.<br/><br/>It was a well known fact that mermaids were attracted to pretty shiny things. She herself had collected a great deal of treasures from the oceans as she explored before she found herself comfortable in the warmer waters of the coast. Despite that, she felt herself grow annoyed whenever her treasures were pilfered by nosy humans. A part of her wanted to swim forward to take back the tray but that would mean getting closer than she was comfortable with.<br/><br/>So, she did what she did best. She trailed after the human till they got back to the boat and then she went for a swim. The oceans were always relaxing at night, the waves were gentle pushes and pulls as she trailed through the water. It was perfect hunting time. She'd managed to snag several larger fish, she even ended up playing with a purple octopus. It was always fun playing with their suckers and long tangling limbs, dodging the ink sprays, the constant flailing never ceasing to make her giggle.<br/><br/>By the time she had returned to her cove, sea weed satchel full of fresh fish and some new sea shells, the morning had already begun. Munching lazily on some seaweed she was surprised and pleased at the same time to see that the sailboat had left. Though, that elation was quickly dismissed before the ears on the side of her head flicked as the rumbling of a motor drew closer.<br/><br/>'<i>Not another one....'  </i>Aerwyna thought to herself with a growl, dropping her satchel to the sandy bottom before she slunk to the deepest part of the water. It was like clockwork, the way the boat stopped long enough to dump more things into the water. Then it was gone just as quick as it came. Swimming down to the bottom, she glared down at the heavily wrapped garbage that had been dumped into her cove.<br/><br/>Puffing out an irritated breath, she grabbed the packages, not realizing her sharp claws had punctured the plastic, letting the contents to seep out into the water as she swam, dumping the garbage near the edge of the cove so it would wash up and onto the beach, away and out of the water. Despite her precaution, she wouldn't know that the things leaking out of the contents would make the fish sick, acting weird, swimming sporadic, or even causing some of the smaller fish to die. But it wouldn't happen right away, it would take its time to work into their systems.<br/><br/>Yawning so wide, her jaw cracked she swam to the bottom of the sand bar to grab her satchel, chewing quickly on a few pieces of the fish she had caught before she settled into the sand below. Stretching out, she flicked her tail a few times, covering the deep blue scales in a layer of sand before she pillowed her head on her arms and let her eyes closed. She deserved a little nap after all.