The human man had Zitna in his nets, and was headed straight toward the dolphin. He pulled a short spear from a pouch and held it out. Before Aleksandra could think, she let out a high-pitched shriek. A noise which should have ruptured his ear drums making his staying under water too difficult to continue. However, the man's eardrums didn't rupture, and he continued never-the-less.
Dread pounded in her blood, the cold of the water holding nothing next to the heat of anger pouring over her, Aleksandra readied to increase the pitch of her cry, when she heard the first snap of the net.
Confusion swamped her as her mind tried to make sense of the picture in front of her. Zitna, too tired and frightened to move was stuck in the fisherman's nets, while the fisherman...cut his webs...
How could that be? Why would a human fisherman do such a thing?
With no small amount of uncertainty, Aleksandra kept her position, she wouldn't leave Zitna. Regardless of the voice of Shemane in her ear speaking to the safety of The Queen as more important than any one dolphin, yet Zitna was more than any one dolphin, she was a friend, and an ally. As the man continued to tug and pull on the trap, Aleksandra pulled her power to her and forced a movement of water toward the man and Zitna...just strong enough to free Zitna, yet hopefully strong enough to knock the fisherman into the next sea. In the flurry of the water, Zitna swam out, and the nervous vibrations coming from the faithful dolphin let Aleksandra know Zitna was a little shook up, but unharmed overall.
Sticking her hand out, Aleksandra caressed Zitna as she swam passed, sending reassurance into the dolphin. Turning her attention back to the human, shock rocketed through her, and for the shortest of seconds, she couldn't move.
The human was floating slowly in place. He had stood against her wave. He'd not only tolerated her high-pitched warning, but he'd stood firm against her force of water. But at the end of it all, there was no dull thudding of his heartbeat. There were no hard strokes which should be bringing him to the surface, much less any twitching of muscles. There was nothing. The human had freed Zitna at a peril to his own life, and contrary to Aleksandra's interference.
No, Aleksandra could not let his story end this way, not if she could help it. It was a risk, a huge one, but if this man was willing to risk himself to save a creature who wasn't even of his world, then she could do no less.
Three powerful strokes had her scooping the man under his arms, his weight surprisingly solid in her grasp. Fortunately, there wasn't any other boats around, which meant unless he had others with him, there would be no witness to this rescue.
Already close to the surface, it took less than two seconds for her to have his head above water. Grabbing the part of the webbing which was hanging over the side of his boat she used her great strength to pull herself up far enough to peak over the edge of the hull. The damn boat was too big for her to see all of the area from the one position, and she refused to put her people at risk by being caught unawares. Pulling him high enough to ensure his head wouldn't fall back down into the water, Aleksandra called out to anyone who may be aboard the ship.
"Hello? Your man needs help! Hello?" Aleksandra yelled.
No answer came back to her, and she knew he was running out of time. She knew humans only breathed air. They could not sustain a life with water in their lungs. With barely a thought, the tissue and muscle surrounding her legs simply retracted, making a kind of skirt around her human-type legs, allowing her to maneuver outside of the water. Using the net as leverage, she pulled him up behind her as she climbed up and into the boat. Outside of the water, his weight was drastically heavier. Fortunately, being an Atlantean meant her strength was more than any mere human.
Her muscles, bones, and tissue were made to withstand the crushing pressure of the deepest of water. Her body honed by swimming thousands of hours in thousands of undercurrents and storms, Aleksandra, even though a female, was stronger than the strongest of humans. It was simply the way they had been created; therefore, despite his heaviness, she was able to manipulate him easily enough. Grabbing the man by anything and everything she could get purchase of, she hauled him over the side as well.
He fell with a hard thud. Cringing at the noise, something told her he was going to be sore from that if he woke up. No, not if he woke, when he woke. She would make him. He had given his life for Zitna. She would wake him, no matter the drain to herself.
Laying him on his side, she put his head in her lap. Placing her right hand on his chest and her left hand on his back, she called to the water within. Using a form of her own ability, Aleksandra pulled the water to her. Where land was for man, the water was for the Atlanteans, and the water heard her call and obeyed. A single note, a melody of love and need was all Aleksandra needed, and the water answered her call. Suddenly, the man coughed violently while the water cascading from his mouth onto the wooden planks of the deck.
She held him, this strange man, until the spasms finished wracking his body. She held him until he was finally still. He should have woken up, he should have. But he didn't. Placing her right hand over his chest she felt a light, barely there, sign of life. Fortunately, a human's body was mostly water, and she could check his overall health relatively quickly.
Another note, a light command, had the water molecules inside the man bouncing back and forth, in their own language, as they reported to her of his injuries. His largest injury was in having too little oxygen to his brain for too long of a time. Grabbing a pile of netting she carefully replaced her lap with the nets, so she could see if there was any other sign of distress about him. She wasn't a Healer, but she did have a basic understanding of human anatomy, it was very, very similar to her own. However, she couldn't make heads or fins out of what the extent of his injuries were or what such things would mean for him. She would have to get Rianna to look at him.
She owed him that much. For Zitna.
Standing slowly, she looked down at his darkly tanned and handsome face wondering briefly why fate would cause their paths to cross at this moment, Aleksandra made a split second decision. Tearing her gaze away from the stranger, she took one step up and onto the edge of his boat, then dove into the water below.