It turned out that the beach held no answers in what Tony should do with the girl in his arms.
He, along with the redhead, and a couple helpful lifeguards with megaphones, couldn't find the girl's parents. They combed the beach, asked questions. Heck, one of the lifeguards checked with a buddy they had on the marina, to see if anyone matching the girl's very distinct features and red hair had been seen. No dice, though the angle from the marina was promising and still open. It was obvious from where Tony had found the girl, naked, in the middle of the ocean and nearly drowning that something was very wrong. Not to mention the fact that she was speaking in a language that they didn't recognize, let alone speak.
The girl, Ariel, meanwhile, did not say a single word, even when spoken to. She did, however, looked around her, eyes wide mouth slightly open. Her grip on his drying collar firm and strong, and she trembled in against him, tucked under his chin. Yeah, this suit is completely ruined. It wasn't until the sun started to set that he knew that whoever the girl's parents were, they were not anywhere at the beach. Or at least, not anymore.
"We have to call the authorities," said a lifeguard, looking on with pity to the girl.
Tony looked at the big eyes, that suddenly looked up at him, and had to agree.
"I wonder where you belong, kid," he muttered.
The girl herself only looked to the sea.