"The fishers!" she confirmed, her hands waving enthusiastically. "With their nets that get caught and kill us."
She nodded slowly. "They cut deep and get caught and we can't swim with them," she shook her head. "Stupid fishers."
He studied her, his eyes wide. "There has to be a way you can let me know if you ever get caught," he muttered.
He shook his head, looking nervous. “I don’t like the idea of you swimming and getting hurt when I can’t help you.”