Zachary watched quietly as the rest of the campers started to make their way towards the dining pavilion.  He walked up the hill where the pavilion sat, sighing in relief as the sight of the ocean down below greeted him.  He could smell its salt in the gentle breeze and this brought a faint smile to his weathered face.  The melancholy that had settled upon his heavy heart by the loneliness of yet another empty year here at the camp dissolved away like the morning mist over the strawberry fields before the blazing sun.  His dark blue eyes lingered over the sight of the ocean for a bit longer before he turned his attention to the rumbling in his stomach and the pile of BBQ ribs and other healthy, delicious foods before him.<br/><br/>Picking up a plate, Zachary piled it high with several racks of ribs, some grilled zucchini and cucumbers, and a handful of those buttered rolls that were made from the enchanted grain a few of the children of Demeter grew.  They tasted like honey and the freshest wheat and were one of the favorites amongst the campers.  Zachary made a quick nod towards the table where the dark-tressed children of the earth goddess sat, a familiar offering of thanks that he gave each night.  He held respect for Demeter as it was her shores that his father, Poseidon, battered with his realm's waves each and every night and yet she remained strong and stoic.  It was a remarkable quality.<br/><br/>Standing before the brazier, Zachary's mind held onto the thought of his father and he scrapped off a good portion of the vegetables and a small rack of ribs into the fire in his father's honor.  He muttered under his breath as he took his place at the empty table of Poseidon.<br/><br/>"For you, father.  Try to remember us down here."