Uma, daughter of Ursula

Taking the true shape of a sea-witch was the most exhilerating experience of Uma's life. Instead of legs, she had tentacles, six of them because of animation constraints on The Little Mermaid, and her body practically hummed with magic. Her mother's necklace glowed with power for the first time in twenty years, free from the shackles of the Isle. Uma was huge, body the size of the cruise ship they were having the cotillion on, and the length of the tentacles made her larger still. She laughed, feeling powerful, feeling invincible, and even Mal's transformation into a dragon couldn't put a damper on her spirits.

( Taken from the end of Descendants 2. I didn't write this dialogue. )

It was already morning when Uma finally woke up, washed up on the beach like sea foam. The tide had gone out, leaving her mostly dry and covered with sand. She had no idea where she was, save 'not the Isle of the Lost.' The air was too clean, the sky too clear, the sun too golden to be on the Isle. She must have been washed away to some part of Auradon, but she couldn't figure out which. Somewhere near Cinderella's castle, maybe? Or Aurora's forest? Either way, she couldn't exactly stay here, where there was nothing to eat but sand and nothing to drink but sea water.

She needed food, hungry enough that even Wet Rot or Offal from her mother's specials board sounded good. And water, too, her lips were cracked and salty. A chance to rest and recover would also be nice, but Uma didn't believe in pushing her luck too far. She'd bespelled the King and attacked the whole court on live TV, the first wandering woodcutter to find her would probably call for the guards and have her arrested on sight.

Her best bet was to find some kind of civilization, steal what she needed, and then get out of there and back to her crew. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the only one she had, so...guess it had to do.

With a sigh for the pound of sand that had made its way into her boots already, Uma started walking.

[Establishy! But better late than never?]