"What the..." Klank yelled as he ran closer to the water when Captain Bighead leaped into the air towards the ship. Unlike his captains abilities, Klank would have to put in some work. He thought for a moment, but it had to be quick. With every moment he wasted on thinking, the ship sailed further away. A cigarette suddenly appeared in his mouth and he grabbed a match to light it. He took a long drag to calm his nerves as he turned to the girl who apparently had some kind of ice powers. 

	"This," he said as he pointed towards the ship. "This is the kinda crap you're gonna deal with." In the next instant, a number of nails popped into Klanks hand. He took his multi-tool in the other. Now was the time to kick his talents into gear if he was going to make it. Multiple boards were suddenly spread out on the ground in front of him. With the speed of a Logue Town shipwright, Klank began working like a madman. Wood chips and saw dust flew into the air creating a mess of a cloud that surrounded him. Every few seconds his hammer pierced the bubble before whipping back inside. "I'll be damned if I get stuck on this island alone," he yelled, still inside the mess. At one moment his head popped out and he yelled to the ship. "YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET ON THAT SHIP," he directed at the living weapon. More comments and obscenities would be shouted as he worked.

	 After hammering and sawing away, and the dust finally settled, the smoking man stood next to a contraption he had never built. He looked back to the raft the former stranded pirate had built. He mocked the shoddy craftsmanship. He then said "Yea, I'll be damned."

	He took one last drag before turning to the girl again. Squinting his eyes, Klank observed her and then faced the escaping ship. "You say you want to be the strongest?" He duplicated another cigarette and lit it before pushing his raft into the water and hopping on. It resembled a bicycle, the wheels made with large rivets to push water through. beneath his flat seat, and handles was a wooden gear system that connected it all. On either side of him were little boards that would help balance the bike as it crossed over waves. He took another drag. "The Captain can do that, for sure. But I hope you're prepared for a huge pain in the ass." 

	Without more hesitation, Klank started peddling. Fear struck him for a moment, knowing that if anything went wrong then it would be his last mistake and even in shallow waters, he would sink and die. Once he was sure the bike was working as intended, he was overwhelmed with excitement and began riding the waves with ease. He pushed his legs into overdrive, intent on reaching the ship fast and handing the kusarigama's ass to her on a platter.