Mala contented herself in swimming through the ocean, swatting at the occasional fish that crossed her path. Taking these trips was enjoyable for the young Selkie, most of her kin and kith loved to travel as well.<br/><br/>She turned her head, pearly white hair getting in her face as she noticed a bunch of trout trapped in a net. Normally she would just leave it alone, but today she felt adventurous. Taking the netting in her webbed hands, she tugged at it, not even noticing her tail getting tangled in it. Some of the fish swam out and left to have what she assumed to be a charming life. Others couldn't get out, or didn't want to cross paths with the fish-eating Selkie.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the net began to ascend. Mala began to swim away, but her tail was caught. She tried to pry herself free, but to no avail as she was surrounded by caught fish and nets. She let out a wail of distress, hoping someone would be nearby to help her out, but alas, no one came.<br/><br/>She let out a gasp as the air hit her lungs. It would take a while for her to be able to convert from seabreathing to air breathing. Until then, she was less than helpless. She felt the whole package being hoisted up and thrown carelessly onto a wooden deck. Men were picking up the fish and throwing them into barrels to store them, when one noticed the tobacco blue tail sticking out of the pile. "Hey guys, I think we caught a seal..." They began to move the piles of fish, when one of the men grew stark stiff.<br/><br/>"What is it?"