Just because Stan’s injured and the brothers are trying to sail to port doesn’t mean they can avoid anomalies altogether.
Set between Chapters 12 and 13 of Fisherman’s Knot.
Fluffstravaganza commission for @dana-willowfeather, who asked for Stan saving the day with his cunning and trickery! It turned out to be more of a Stan/Nuala teamup, but I hope you enjoy it!
It was supposed to be a
simple matter of getting directions.
Of course, Ford chided
himself, nothing he did could ever be simple. There must be some unwritten law
of the universe, nay, multiverse, against Stanford Pines ever getting any kind
of break. All he’d wanted to do was make sure they were on the fastest route to
Boston, out of the path of any storms or ice shoals. It was a simple enough
And yes, he could have just
thrown the King Cod back into the ocean instead of taking it up on its offer to
help them in exchange for its life, but they’d used prophetic fish to navigate
before and it had turned out fine! He should have had no problem answering its
riddles! And—all right, really he should just stop making excuses and see if
there was anything useful he could do before he lost consciousness and was
dropped into the maw of a horrific sea monster. Maws? There might have been
more than one of them. He hadn’t been able to get a good look before his vision
started going spotty.