Something's up alright, but not in the way Stan thinks, not in the way Ford wishes it was, if only because anything else would be so much better than this.
His eyes follow his brother's hand, and there's another first for him right there. He's never felt afraid on the boat before, until now, and he's never felt afraid of his brother's touch either - and yet here he is, eyeing it like its some sort of unknown, potentially dangerous beast.
It makes him feel a little sick, realizing that, realizing he feels almost relieved when that hand reaches for the railing instead of him.
"No, no, I'm fine." He is most certainly not fine, actually, but that's not the fault of the kraken. "That's not why I -"
He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, his hand moving to catch the railing as another particularly violent wave rocks the boat. Behind them, the Kraken gurgles and flails, bringing Ford's attention back to it.
"You need to let her go. Whatever you're doing, however you're doing it - it has to stop." Before you get a taste for it, he thinks, but doesn't dare say.
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His eyes follow his brother's hand, and there's another first for him right there. He's never felt afraid on the boat before, until now, and he's never felt afraid of his brother's touch either - and yet here he is, eyeing it like its some sort of unknown, potentially dangerous beast.
It makes him feel a little sick, realizing that, realizing he feels almost relieved when that hand reaches for the railing instead of him.
"No, no, I'm fine." He is most certainly not fine, actually, but that's not the fault of the kraken. "That's not why I -"
He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, his hand moving to catch the railing as another particularly violent wave rocks the boat. Behind them, the Kraken gurgles and flails, bringing Ford's attention back to it.
"You need to let her go. Whatever you're doing, however you're doing it - it has to stop." Before you get a taste for it, he thinks, but doesn't dare say.