You struggled as a net was thrown onto you. You let out a roar, and the net tightened around you. Suddenly, you was facing towards the ground! You struggled, but you were bound tightly, and a bind was then strapped onto your head and muzzle. You found you couldn't roar anymore, let alone fire. 

  You soared up into the sky, although not by your wings. The rope creaked, and you gasped, frightened that you might fall into the crashing sea with no way to protect yourself. "Oh.. such a sweet little one. You'll make a fine addition to my collection of... what's the word.. transportation." 

  Hearing these words, you wriggled around, trying to see who was speaking. It was a gruff voice, perhaps by a male human. You could not pull yourself up. The ropes held you strong. The Skrill carrying you suddenly jerked up and down, and you squealed, not able to make much other noise. "Quiet!" The Skrill roared down to you. Stupid Skrill, you thought, rolling your eyes. 

  You tried to sleep, and the ride became smoother. You started to doze off, and it seemed only a short period before your face thumped the floor. Something touched your head, and then you fainted. Or so you thought.