The Mermaid certainly lived up to her name, in Zach's opinion. Sleek and beautiful, he couldn't have asked for a better ship to serve on. Not that he wouldn't have been happy with most anything after spending so long in port. He always enjoyed his sojourns to Helium City, where a man like Zach could scarcely go a single night without a good bar brawl, and an even better whore to share his bed afterwards. However, to long without a deck beneath his feet made him restless, and his heart longed to cast away once more.
Beneath his joy and anticipation lay the smallest aftertaste of doubt. He was no stranger to the perils that would lie before him, he'd been fighting pirates for several years now, and had fought far bigger, scarier things since he was old enough to draw his bow, but he'd never actually been one before. It was a curious feeling, though not an unpleasant one. He understood the rules well enough. Every ship has a hierarchy, even a pirate ship, as had been so courteously reminded before he stepped on board. At least here though, he'd wouldn't be taking his orders from fat merchants or stuffy tribe Elders. Here, it he would take orders from people worthy of his respect, and he would get what he earned, once he proved to them that there was no man on the continent who could keep The Mermaid safe half as well as he could.
'and even if I'm wrong, it might just be worth it for a chance to make those Imperial dogs bleed, from their coffers and their veins.'
His interaction with the rest of the crew had been limited so far, and most of them were either below deck or still on shore. Zach however, had perched himself on the ships prow. He never felt right anywhere where he couldn't see the sky.
"There's no place on Earth more majestic, than the horizon you can see from there." he mused, stroking the longest of the vicious Sabre Teeth that he wore from a string around his neck.
Oswin clicked and whistled in agreement, and flew down onto his shoulder to join him in his vigil.
Beneath his joy and anticipation lay the smallest aftertaste of doubt. He was no stranger to the perils that would lie before him, he'd been fighting pirates for several years now, and had fought far bigger, scarier things since he was old enough to draw his bow, but he'd never actually been one before. It was a curious feeling, though not an unpleasant one. He understood the rules well enough. Every ship has a hierarchy, even a pirate ship, as had been so courteously reminded before he stepped on board. At least here though, he'd wouldn't be taking his orders from fat merchants or stuffy tribe Elders. Here, it he would take orders from people worthy of his respect, and he would get what he earned, once he proved to them that there was no man on the continent who could keep The Mermaid safe half as well as he could.
'and even if I'm wrong, it might just be worth it for a chance to make those Imperial dogs bleed, from their coffers and their veins.'
His interaction with the rest of the crew had been limited so far, and most of them were either below deck or still on shore. Zach however, had perched himself on the ships prow. He never felt right anywhere where he couldn't see the sky.
"There's no place on Earth more majestic, than the horizon you can see from there." he mused, stroking the longest of the vicious Sabre Teeth that he wore from a string around his neck.
Oswin clicked and whistled in agreement, and flew down onto his shoulder to join him in his vigil.