My Son

 

This here be my son, Alexander. 

A Keeper he be.

'Proud of 'im I be.

I can't stop loving you, my boy.

The Uncropped version:

Catching Waves

 

Even the ferocious and the ruthless Captain Razorshard needs a break.

Catch of the Day

"Braxis's Butchery" the sign read. 

"Welcome! Got a full spread of the finest from the seven seas!" said the owner.

Just had to pick the pectoral. Something about it made it look so... Savory.

Rekindling

He always spoke of his Elder in such high regard. "The one to have given me the blessings to become great." Moving the drapes aside, there he was, rekindling with his sire. 

Heatwave

"Fleet Admiral Roh, A moment. Chief Engineer is reporting in."

He tapped the mute setting on the panel rendered in front of him. A hand on the visor of the cap, fanning himself softly.

"Fleet Admiral Tau, Repairs for the Environmental Controls are on the way. Estimated time of completion will be-"

"Chief Engineer, I ordered you to send the report digitally. Not orally."

"Adm. Tau, with all due respect... I just wanted to see you again."

"Chief Engineer, don't let the heat get to your head. Keep it in your trousers and please finalize the repairs on environmental controls." 

Nerds Can Be Buff Too

 Just because he's spending almost every waking hour in the belly of the beast, doesn't mean he's a push over. Watch yourself, mate.

Theobromine

 Head the Warnings of a mad alchemist.

The food of gods are not meant for the mortal flesh.