"Galen, dunnae eat that," Zacharias scoops up his little son, balancing him on a hip and taking the rock away, the barely one-year-old baby squeeing and grabbing at his father's necklace to chew on that instead. "Bloody hells, I'll be glad when yehr done teethin', kid." He snorts, ruffling the pointy-eared boy's dark hair and taking him inside, the boys waiting for Luci to come home from her girly shopping day.

Zacharias leans on the edge of the crib, studying his wee sleeping lad for a while after calming a tiny fussy fit, fascinated by this little thing that he instinctively wants to love and take care of. He cracks a smile, grabbing the special little box from the pocket of his coat on the way back to Luci's side, slipping back into bed and kissing at her throat.

Zacharias makes sure the crew is all doing as they should, the ship docking after a vicious fight with some random upstarts that had no idea who they were attacking, the captain figuring everyone could use a few nights on land to settle down and spoil themselves. "Aye then lads, have yehr fun and dunnae cause me any trouble aye?"

He strolls to where his lover waits on the docks, hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat.

Zach flops back into his hammock on the porch of his lovely old stone home on the isle of Maertaven, he and his woman holed up in the trade-rich island village for the winter.

He tosses Eos a treat, resting his head on his hands and watching for his Luci to come home from market.

Zacharias yawns, watching the restlessly tossing waves from the windows in his cabin, tousled and handsome in the early morning.

Zach leans against the ship's railing, having taken over a watch shift for one of his men. He gazes out at waves barely visible in the darkness of night, Eos sitting on a crate near him and sleeping, head tucked under a wing.

Zacharias floats on his back in the water, soaking up sun and idly paddling to keep himself from drifting away, just relaxing.

Zacharias reclines in a hammock, shirt off, a bottle of rum in one hand, the pirate looking utterly content in the warm tropical sun.

Zacharias keeps an ear tuned to the sounds of his crew going about their business, zoning out a bit as he relaxes. His falcon Eos perches on his shoulder, fiddling with the beads braided into his hair.

Zach curls around Luciana, dozing lightly, the man pressed all along her back.