He had gotten himself stuck in the shallows like an idiot, and just when he thought he would be able to slip away, he felt the heavy bindings of the rope wrap around his form. He writhed and released more terrified cries, quite a racket even when he was under the waves. The water began to churn with his thrashing, not unlike a fish trapped in the net. Try as he might, his movements only served to tangle him up more, exhausting him further, though he was trying to swim out to the sea still. Without full movement of the arms and his use of magic to save this terrible woman, he was unable to cast anything to save himself, eventually sinking down under the weight of the net just off the pier. If she had a rope attached to it, it would be easy to pull him in. Otherwise, she’d have to go down and get him, but he was more than bound up in the netting.