[Stone hasn't been on any amusement park rides, either. He just flies. And this is kind of like diving. He clings to the boat with hands and feet now, shoulders hunched like if he had wings right now he'd be mantling them, and too-sharp teeth bared.

The eyes pacing them earn a growl, low and deep enough to make the wood under his feet vibrate. He will fight you, creepy eyed things. Or he will if and when they stop going down, and shifting bigger won't possibly break the spell protecting the boat.]