Angelina laughed when he thought himself a shark, or at least a tuna. "Whichever you may be, you're still a fish in the end. And don't they always say there's bigger and better fish in the sea?" Ange was watching closely, making sure that Adrian was swimming fine, even with his foot tangled. As much as Pucey infuriated her, Angelina wasn't about to tread water while he drowned. And as much as she might hate to admit it, life on the island would become increasingly dull without his annoying comments floating around.
It may have been the storm, or the helpless way he was splashing around, but Angelina felt her hatred towards Pucey softening. It could have even been all the drama Ange was fighting through, forcing her to accept not everyone was terrible.
After what Angelina felt was a long enough time of suffering, Ange swam forwards towards Adrian and his trap. It took her one second to burst out laughing. "What the hell were you doing, trying to shag it?" She could hardly figure out where the net ended and his foot started, let alone figuring out how to get it off. "Merlin," she muttered, reaching and tugging at the netting. It would be a slow process, so it was a damn good thing the pair of them were athletic.