Wait...Humans Need Air, Right? (Merstuck! DirkJake Fanfic)

4. OH SHIT I'M SCREWED.

"Goddammit."

Dirk face-palmed in utter disgust of himself for letting this happen. This was the most unfortunate, ironic, and absolute DUMBEST thing he could have possibly done.
He had gotten stuck in a motherfucking FISHING NET.

Yeah, yeah, I'm half fish and I get stuck in a fishing net. Stupid fucking Mother Nature and her shitty sense of humor, Dirk thought angrily as he tried to free himself. Why did I have to be an idiot and leave my shades here?

A while before, Dirk had left his cave to retrieve his shades from the lagoon. He wanted it to be fast and easy, and it would've been, if he had actually been watching where he was going...

It hadn't taken him long to find his shades. They were resting on a couple of colorful sea sponges at the bottom of the lagoon. Smiling, he had swam down to them and put them on, feeling a slight sense of relief that they weren't broken or stolen. Absentmindedly, he slicked his hair back, even though he knew that it would just float back into place due to being submerged in water, and tried to swim upwards.

Unfortunately, while he was distracted, his tail had gotten caught on a fishing net, which must've been floating by, making it a hassle to swim. Rolling his eyes, Dirk slowly swam up, trying not to get even more tangled than he already was.

His eyes peered over the surface of the water, making sure there were no humans nearby. Having made sure there were none, Dirk slowly made his way over to the edge of the lagoon, where a bunch of rocks stood. Maybe...I can use the rocks to set myself free? He wondered as he threw a length of the net over a particularly sharp looking rock. He pulled, figuring the rope would get cut.

It turns out, the rope was made out of some sort of really strong material, so all the pulling and tugging in the world (about 45 minutes of it, in Dirk's case) wouldn't break it.

Getting really fucking aggravated, Dirk groaned in frustration and tried to remove the rope. But the rope was stuck, caught inside one of he many cracks in the rock.

Dirk completely lost his patience. He began to flail around wildly, trying to loosen up the ropes. Not only did they get even tighter, but he also managed to get the rest of himself caught up in the net. This only made him angrier, and he refused to stop for a good 10 minutes.

Eventually, Dirk managed to calm himself down and was able to analyze the issue at hand. Several thick ropes were wrapped around his tail, and they were so tight, there was a little bit of blood coming from a few places. In his little temper tantrum, he had gotten a large portion of the net wrapped around his torso, trapping his left arm to his side. And his shades were hanging off a little bit of net in front of him.

Dirk sighed. It was time to get serious here.

With his free arm, he grabbed the shades and slid them into his face, a wave of familiarity washing over him. He then proceeded to shift around a bit, soon freeing his other arm.

Then the 'getting-his-torso-and-tail-free' part came.

Dirk sighed again. This wasn't going to be easy.

He tried to push himself out, grunting. He could barely move in the net, and from his position, he couldn't tell if he'd made any progress. He'd been working for not even half a minute when he heard something to his side. He wasn't able to make out the exact words, but his ears twitched regardless and he turned his head to face the maker of the noise.

Upon seeing it, Dirk's jaw dropped slightly and his body tensed up.

It was the human he had saved the day before.

At first glance, Dirk almost hadn't recognized him, but the moment he saw his piercing green eyes, he knew it for a fact. The human was wearing beige shorts again, but this time he had a shirt on,a white one with a green skull on it, as well as a green shirt that went over the white one. He had on shoes of some sort, though Dirk didn't know what they were called, because 1) he didn't have any feet, and 2) the beach goers never wore anything other than flip-flops, sandals, and the occasional sneakers. He also had glasses, with rectangular frames, something he hadn't had underwater the day before, for obvious reasons; his glasses probably couldn't handle water like Dirk's could.