When the party started dying down, I decided to stay on the deck and look out into the sea (dramatic right?). And I saw some mermaids with really short hair.
Then these weirdos started frantically trying to get my attention and called my name a bunch. THEY WERE MY SISTERS!
Turns out, those dummies weren't all bad. They had gone to the witch to try and help me. They traded all of their hair for a knife. They told me that in order for me to survive, I was going to have to plunge this big ass knife into the Prince's heart and wait for his "warm blood" to hit my feet. When it did, I would turn back into a mermaid and would be able to go back to my home. (And most likely pay hell for all of the grief I caused my grandma.)