[ WP/MP ] Write a story reimagining a character from another piece of fiction as down-and-out/washed up/past their prime .

She stared in the mirror. Her red hair had long since washed into a dusty grey. Four children and her luxurious diet had morphed her body into sea witch proportions. Her fingers traced the folds of her cheeks, desperate to smooth them away. Pasty Brown blotches on her forehead and nose prompted a sigh. 
 
 `` Up where they stay all day in the sun,'' she huffed, rolling her still piercing green eyes. Her voice was more the rasp of a sailer than a siren these days. Eric's love of cigars had taken its toll on the piece of her that he had loved most. Maybe that's why they'd drifted so far apart from each other. 
 
 She walked onto her balcony and took in a big breath of fresh, salty air. The ocean was fairly calm today. The bright sun was shining high in the sky making the water twinkle and sing with light. She thought of what it was like *under* water on days like this. Long shafts of light shimmering in the void of blue. She thought of Flounder's yellow scales glowing incandescent with lime greens and lavenders, then back to yellow, as he swam in and out of that neverending forrest of sun. She thought of Sebastion clamping tightly to her then bright red hair while she swam; his red blending with hers, making her long locks look alive. 
 
 She thought of her dad, her sisters, Skuttle. 
 
 A burst of cold, wet ocean wind sent her grey hair twisting behind her, and a salty tear rolled down her wrinkled cheeks.
