With only a few yards into the forest, something had smashed into Klanks back. When he turned to look there was nothing behind him, but he did find a little pile of white fluff. When he could finally feel a wet spot soaking through the back of his shirt, it was known who the culprit was. He took a drag from his first cigarette and looked above. There was a trail of overly rustled leaves leading deeper into the trees. "That's two I owe her," he said sullenly. As shaken up as he was about the death of the Bighead ship, Klank always kept tabs on matters such as pranks. He shoved the second, unlit cig above his ear to save it for later. He stared at the glob of snow one last time before saying "Hm," and wandering further into the forest.

	He looked around in the heavily shaded woods. With the few gaps he could see through the tree tops, Klank saw the reflection of sunlight in the sky ocean. "There's no way that insignificant amount of light could help these trees grow." Another drag. "And what about the rain?" he questioned. He tried to get a clearer view beyond the trees and from what he could tell, there were no clouds above. Only the stormy dark ones that surrounded the maelstrom. "Guess I'll have to wait and see."

	As he continued onward, Klank knocked on the base of every tree he passed, and listened. "Strong," he confirmed. "Very strong." He tested a few more trees and then stood up straight for another drag that ended the cigarette. He subconsciously started pre-workout stretches while he thought. It was a habit ingrained in him now. As he did, he thought back more on the broken ship. Klank, continuing to stretch remembered the condition Bighead's ship was in when the two met. It was no great ship to be sure. She was in rough shape, but that all changed when Klank had really poured in his efforts. From then on it was top-notch patch jobs just to keep it a float against his captains destructive personality. He thought on that idea for a bit longer before breaking the silence with "I suppose if she had to go, I'm glad it wasn't done directly by the captain's overgrown head." Klank sniffed before duplicating another cig into his mouth. "You'll not be forgotten by me," he promised as he peeked through the leaves and to the sky ocean.