"Hey, I'm just trying to help, I- oh." his enthusiasm, however forced, deflates immediately as he looks up the details "Ariel...I..."

How did he explain this to her? That Ursula had plonked her not just half a world away from her apparently Danish prince, but also a good twenty years after the portrait had been painted and a few years after another unfortunate storm had hit a ship he was sailing on, this time without a handy mermaid around to save him.

"There's something wrong..."