Klank hammered away at the main-deck, effortlessly repairing the minor damage caused by a storm just moments ago. It would be inaccurate, though, to say that towering waves or severe lightning had anything to do with it. Captain Bighead had been running all over the ship in a fit of rage trying to maneuver the ship to ride the waves. When he finally caught his rhythm, the Captain transferred that rage into wordless shouts and taunts. He laughed maniacally at the storm and that's when he started unintentionally putting holes in the ships floor. His overgrown legs and obnoxious head could put holes in anything. Thinking back on it, Klank began to chuckle as he finished pounding the last nail. He damned the Captain's devil fruit power as he stood.
	
	"Nothing like a good storm to start the day, eh men?" The Captain stood where the figurehead should be. That's not to say his own head didn't act as a double. Often, it did. Klank assumed it was a part of Bigheads strange humor.

	"I can think of a few better ways to start the day," Klank replied.

	"Nonsense," he yelled boisterously, looking far out into the distance. "That storm just acted as today's workout, and that, I say, is beautiful." The Captain flexed his calf muscles without even looking back.

	Klank stepped over to the starboard rail taking note of the suns rays dancing across the sea. "Silver lining," he said good-heartedly.

	After a few moments, something had begun to ring in Klanks ears. It was feint at first, but grew into a sort of humming that carried a sense of foreboding. He looked to Bighead and knew the song was not lost on him. Staring out into the sea, an island slowly came into view on the horizon. It was the first they had seen in weeks, and just as Klank was about to speak, a series of cracks and pops echoed. He looked up and the main mast was beginning to bend, eventually snapping. The top half of the mast fell forward until it reached a weird angle. What happened next sent chills down Klanks spine. The pillar slowly swung to starboard side. It stopped when it was pointing at the barely visible island. 

	Captain Bighead removed himself from his post and began taking the steps to head in that direction. A task that would prove difficult with a now broken ship. 


	"Don't just stand there, mate." Bighead said energetically "You're up."

	Klank pouted angrily as he approached the mast. "I'm always up," he mocked under his breath. Looking up, he observed the damage and  then gathered the necessary materials. It would take a while to get to the island, anyway, so Klank decided he would take his time. All the while he couldn't help wonder about the eerie humming.