Honestly, it was probably the coolest thing Zach had ever seen. The man summoning clothes out of thin air! What magic was this?! Sure, he had seen his fair share of interesting things in the world but for some reason... the thought of summoning clothes as a power stuck with the were-orca. How convenient that would be! If he had that sort of power, he would never have to worry about the cops being called on him ever again for flashing someone! A wistful sigh leaves him after his interrogation ends, though Brennan makes a comment of being a warlock, Zachary's tongue clicking thoughtfully. "So, have you ever thought about being a magician? I mean... it's not really cheating if its real magic right?" He asks, though the thought of Brennan all done up in a cloak is highly amusing, not that the whale knew Brennan by any means. He just didn't seem the type to be a performer.

Brennan seems to entertain Willy's idea for a moment before answering. He isn't surprised at the answer - he didn't think anyone could create another human being without popping it out the traditional way. He supposed cloning was a very real thing now but like the warlock had stated, he wasn't sure if his powers worked that way. Though, he hardly stays on the topic for long as Brennan offers him a ride, albeit begrudgingly. Willy doesn't question it, calling on the rest of that shift and swimming towards the boat. He gives one last glance at the demon dog before scrambling onto the wooden planks, his rippling muscles hauling him over the railing. The man was built like an athlete, and though his arms quivered from the cold, he still manages to pull himself up and over before depositing himself ungracefully onto the wood. He's quick to dry and change, only to pause briefly by the sweatshirt Brennan had made for him. With his companion's response, Zach offers a toothy grin before slipping it over his head, the warmth already seeping back into his body.

Brennan's reply pulls another grin from him as he looks at the warlock with brows raised, "I think that's a great idea! Maybe I'll take a new road in my career, I'm sure my mom would be proud," he laughs before he does a 180 and is onto a new topic. The man did not sit still very well and his conversation skills were mediocre at best. Willy simply couldn't hardly keep his mouth shut and his body still for even a minute if he wanted to. Zach is hardly aware of the quick moving warlock to snatch that falling towel, instead the whale is looking for that... steering wheel thingy, as he so puts it, insisting he wanted to drive the boat. Eyes darting to and fro before his stomach churns uncomfortably. Bringing a large hand to press against his abdomen, that greenish look takes over his face, his brows drawn in an almost pained way. The warlock's next words fall on deaf ears as he sinks to the ground, arching his back and putting his head between his legs.

Brennan's comment has Willy groaning again, "I've never been on a boat before!" He whines pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut, only to realize that wasn't helping. The warlock insists he takes a seat and Zachary pauses for the briefest of moments before he pulls himself into a crawling position and crawls along the deck, reaching the seat. Zach doesn't even notice the devil dog, nor does he care that much at the moment as he pulls himself up into the seat and does what Brennan tells him to. It doesn't help, not much as he lifts his eyes to the horizon, his arms clamping over his stomach. The insistence that he would feel better after they were moving doesn't encourage Willy in the slightest, he was certain he was going to hurl his guts up and that was the only way it was going to make him feel better.

Zachary doesn't really notice the way Brennan moves with a purpose across the deck, the man knowing exactly what he was doing. Though, Willy is amazed the warlock can walk on the planks of wood without tripping or feeling sick, maybe it was another special power of his. The lurching of the boat startles the man, his head coming up as he looks up at the sails, filling with wind. Brennan was right at least a little, now that they were moving the urge to puke wasn't nearly as... urgent. The cool wind on his face seemed to help him a bit, enough that he could concentrate on the man's words. The mini lesson Zachary received was not necessarily falling on deaf years but... the whale was one hundred percent certain he was never ever, not in a million years, setting foot back onto a boat. People did this for fun?! What was wrong with people?! Yet, some of the information is tucked away in his scattered brain, a frown drawing at his brows, "Swimming in the ocean and sailing are... very different," he states rather lamely, his arms finally loosening from his abdomen. "The only problem the wind causes us when we're swimming is that it makes it really, really noisy. For whales who don't communicate with our mental connection, we have to spend some time on the surface of the water," he gestures with his hand towards his head.

Despite the man being... well, being Willy, he was smart, book smart, though he lacked common sense in more areas than one. "The helm...," he trails off momentarily, his eyes darting to the wheel that Brennan grips, only to realize in the next moment that he was sitting... far too closely to the demon dog. His head whips around, eyeing the black monster, Zachary scrambling away as far as he can get in the seat, "Dude, why is your dog so mean. I mean, this is a whole new level! He's really scary," Zach complains as he eyes the dog, "I feel like he's going to eat my soul or something," he states, his eyes darting between the dog and Brennan.

Zachary Williams