Edgard nods tersely at Derrica and moves away from the edge behind both Vincent and Barrow. He backs up as much as he can trying to keep it all in view. He sees the eye, it's too big, but if it comes to it that's where he needs to aim.

He is surprised to see his arrow quiver and he squints at it for a moment before he recognizes it's because his usually steady hands are shaking. He doesn't like the ocean, he never has, but he particularly doesn't like the things that come out of it.

"We're not swimming." He says again stupidly and then in response to Barrow. "Not eating it either."