When she awoke, she was in the same cabin as before. The night sky was shining through the window, so she either awoke soon after the incident, or the next night. Either way, she was still trapped, not able to get back home. She now had time to think of her next move, but to also mourn over the loss of the captain. She did not know him personally; she had not even known his name for the three times she had seen him. But he was a good man, and he deserved to be mourned. Especially now with that good deed on his record.
Ariel looked around the room once more, there was nothing new about it, she didn't expect there to be. The only difference was the plate of seaweed sitting not two feet from her. She waddled over to the plate and ate, poring the glass of saltwater beside it on her body. She was tired, sore, and she had who knows how many whelps on her head by now, so she went and laid on the ground by the window and closed eyes, trying to get some sleep.
Once she had finally found some measure of comfort, one of the sailors came in the door and scooped her up, she didn't even try to struggle, she was too tired, but once she was out of the door with the moon shining overhead the urge became too strong. With a final push she leaped out of the sailors hands, launching herself over the railing, and this time, no hand caught her tailfin. Instead, she fell all the way down, upon the hard grassen earth below. This sudden change of environment shocked her, although she had not really hurt herself much from the fall. In her state of shock she had no chance to retaliated when one of the sailors scooped her up and placed her inside a woven sack, tying it up and cutting one whole in the side of it.
Ariel struggled furiously in the bag, but the sailor had tied it to tight, and after long she had given up, accepting that she had just been captured.
She stayed close to the whole while she was being lugged around, but soon she was thrown, and then all she was a white sheet that seemed to be laid atop her. She could hear the nay of horses and an unfamiliar flow of movement as she was being taken to wherever she was being taken. It was a long trip, and also a very quiet trip. Sleeping was one of the things that she didn't want to do at a time like this, but she was to tired, and the opportunity to sleep was present, so she slept.