Klank lied on the ground with his arms and legs spread out wide. He was overwhelmed with confusion as to what exactly had happened. As he stared below, or maybe it was now the up above, his suspicions were confirmed. The Sea had become their sky. He peered into the giant maelstrom with wide eyes. Around its edges the raging storm continued. In the short distance Klank could hear Captain Bighead laughing. "Amazing" and "Well done, Lucky" were the only two things he heard. That slightly angered him.

	"Well done, Lucky?" he questioned to himself. "All he did was play with the damn wheel." Klank wondered if Isaac even knew what he was doing. He sincerely doubted it. The frustrated man popped a cigarette into his mouth, took a longer drag than usual, and sighed the smoke out. It wafted thickly into the sky. Or the sea. "The Sea Sky," he finally said out loud. Klank grunted as he sat up and then struggled to his feet. He would hear credit where credit was due. He did all the work to get them through the storm alive. He approached Bighead and  said, "I think you forgot someone, Captain."

	"Did I now?" The Captain was smiling and boisterous as ever.

	"You're damn straight," Klank pointed furiously. "I'm the one who kept the ship alive."

	"You might,uhh."
	
	"Screw that," he interrupted. "You stand at the front of the ship with your big ass head, laughing at death while this fool and his crazy girlfriend steer us toward it. At least Sierra was protecting the food." Klank in the middle of his fit lost sight of her, but it was to late now. He held up his finger so no one would interrupt him while he took another drag from his cig. "You were benching the damn mast. What the hell possessed you to do that? Whatever, I don't need your recognition for keeping the ship safe."

	"Klank," Bighead now supported a sheepish grin and pointed behind the shipwright.

	He raised an eyebrow before looking. When he did, Klank's heart dropped to his stomach, and the cigarette to the ground. A loud thud seemed to echo in his ears when his knees collided into the grass. He could suddenly feel the wind push lightly against his body. It created waves in the green field and after a moment finally reached a treeline that spanned quite a distance. At the beginning of the forest was what caught Klanks tortured eyes. Splinters of wood and shredded drapes of cloth covered the giants that were the trees. The Bighead Pirates skull was taunting him with the same sheepish grin the captain had showed just moments ago, as if to say sorry.

	There was nothing left to salvage. Not a single plank. After what felt to be an eternity of silence for him, Klank finally rose to his feet. He turned towards Bighead and Isaac and walked to them. With every step he took, he remembered a patch job that made him feel closer to the ship. It may not have been the fastest or the most pristine piece of work, but it held all of his blood. All of his sweat. And it was all gone. When Klank reached the two, he looked stoically into Isaac's eyes and held out his hand. Then he shot a glance to Sasayaki. "I want you to remember this, you son of a bitch."

	In the next moment, sasayaki's form was in Klanks hand. He gripped it as tight as he could, hoping she could feel it. But she wouldn't. Klank had not been able to duplicate sentience. Instead, this was sasayaki's form before she had been gifted the devil fruit. He continued to glare at her, trying to pierce her gaze where he thought it would be. Isaac never really went into details about body parts of his weapon. He ran his other hand down the chain and eventually wrapped it around his knuckles. Gripping both handle and chain with everything he had, Klank began pulling. His muscles bulged and his veins threatened to explode from his neck and face. He would never tell anyone this, but he had created the replica with a slightly more vulnerable chain connection. After a few more seconds of his best 'showmanship' that only Bighead could teach, Klank ripped the chain from the bladed handle. The tail end rattled as it coiled and fell to the ground. 

	After breaking his gaze from Isaac's weapon and breathing heavy, Klank looked to Bighead. "I need a little time to think." Blade still in hand, he turned and headed for the forest. His steps were slow as he approached it. He stopped at the tree line and looked up to the shattered remains of all his efforts. It scarred his heart, and to calm the rapid beating, he popped another cigarette into his mouth. Before lighting it and made one appear in his free hand. "This one's for you," he said softly. It would be the slowest cigarette he would ever smoke as he headed off into the forest alone to gather his thoughts.