Chaucer wasn't ready to let go of the ship yet. He really, really wasn't.He wasn't even sure that he would ever be ready to let go.

Though he did risk reaching out to snap up one of those armband things. They sounded important.

But then he was back to clinging, face pressed against the side.

Stacy wasn't trustworthy anymore. She might move them just as he was letting go. And right now, that fear was entirely circumventing Chaucer's natural curiosity.