Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

Her breathing came out more rapidly as realization came to her small and fragile mind, oh no. When he spoke of the ocean he had meant for her to be in it, that he would put her in it. She was not ready for that, she did not like roaring that bow created static in her ears. She struggled but all that did was cause a wound to form over her shoulders so she finally stopped. 

Her squeaks died down into a whimpering sounds as she tries to curl up into a ball, the best one could while dangling from another's teeth. It was then another voice came, all she could do was whimper and cry like the child she was. "H..elp.." Her voice came out so pitiful and weak.