Klank spent the last thirty minutes or so adding little gadgets he had acquired to the Den Den Mushi that Isaac entrusted to him. He was getting closer to the goal, but there was lots of trial and error. At one point, when he thought he had achieved what he was after, the snail started screaming multiple conversations at once in a frenzied manor. He heard the announcer at the arena spouting off about some girl destroying her opponents with ice, and a squirrel apparently on fire. In the middle of all that, dozens of personal conversations from all over Jubiltown played faintly in the background. Klank had accidentally modified the transmitter to receive any and all other frequencies. It quickly gave him a headache. He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. Out of frustration, he smoked the whole thing in one drag, producing a drawn out, satisfied sigh as he exhaled. 

	"I wonder," Klank said to himself. "What does Isaac plan to do with this thing once it's finished." He planted another smoke into his lips. This one he would take the time to enjoy. "I guess it really doesn't matter. It's a decent start to a new crew." Klank leaned back in his wooden chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head. "Certainly better that going it alone." He took a few more drags before stretching his arms and getting back to work.

	Twenty minutes later, Klank was done, and had modified the snail to a ridiculous degree. Wires lined the shell, with multiple relays and switches. Atop the shell, harnessed in with little leather straps, was a giant dish antenna. At least, it was giant for the snail. "That ought to do it," he said proudly. "Not very pretty," the snail looked sad at that comment., "But it'll get the job done, for sure. Whatever the job is." He picked up the transformed Den Den and walked out of the cabin and onto the main deck. He placed the transmitter snail up on the railing, facing Jubiltown. He stared into the island and observed the citizens. He understood the appeal of Jubiltown, but for him, doing the same mundane things every single day on the same exact island? He spoke to no one, saying "Nah, I can do all that right here on this ship." Just where he always wanted to be. It suddenly dawned on him that Klank forgot to stock up on one of the most important items a pirate can have for long journeys on the open see. And Jubiltown had plentiful supply. He took out a single coin and flipped it into the air. "What's a pirate ship without alcohol?" he smirked. 

	Klank approached the ramp leading off the ship and raised a brow when he noticed Phin sitting patiently at the bottom. He produced a cigarette in his hand and walked up to the fishman, taking a seat next to him. "You're better off," Klank said confidently. "Anyone weak enough to abandon their dreams so easily is not fit for what lies ahead." 

	"You got it all wrong, Captain," Phin said, leaving it at that. "What's your deal with other people's dreams anyway?" Not everyone has one, you know."

	"Don't they?" Klank questioned as he took another drag. He exhaled. "I believe everyone does. It's just a matter of whether or not they have the will. And that is something not everyone possesses. Take yourself, for example. You say you've never really thought about it, right?"

	"Yea!" 

	"And you haven't had second thoughts about leaving this place? You just want to be at sea?"

	"It's where I belong." Phin said. 

	Klank took one last drag before the cigarette was gone. "That's a dream, my friend. And anyone with a dream and the will to follow it, belong on my ship." Klank rose to his feet and flipped the coin once again. "My ship will take you to the grandest sea of all, because it is the dream of my ship to sail them all." Klank took his first few steps towards the town before turning to Phin and suddenly forming another Cigarette into his hand. "And it's my dream to make that happen."

	Phin stared at Klank as he walked away flipping the coin while smoking a cigarette. He thought for a moment about what the shipwright said. "To sail all the seas," he said to himself. "I suppose that is quite the dream." Reinvigorated, Phin thought about his own. It was obvious that to be a part of this man's crew, he would have to reevaluate his goals. And while that dream would be painfully close to Klanks, it was still a goal that would ring true to the fishman.

	Klank found a shop on one of the smaller ships connected the King Jubils. It was one of the more well known places to buy absurd amount of alcohol. A giant wooden sign that said 'Endless Bottle' hung over the building. It's endless supply came from a brewery that specialized in making booze. And that brewery was just below deck. Klank walked to the counter where the merchant was convincing people to buy different brands. When he noticed the shipwright, he started waving his hand. Klank raised his own and said, "No need to try and talk me up. I'll take everything you got stocked below deck."

	The merchant looked at him dumbfounded. "I can't simply sell you everything we have," the merchant mocked. From the look his face, he didn't believe Klank had the money. "What about everyone else?"

	"I can pay double the price."

	"And I can defeat King Jubil in a one on one," the merchant laughed.

	It was then that Klank slapped his single coin on the counter and focused his attention.

	"HAHA, What do you tak..." the man's words were cut off when he was instantly buried behind his counter. Klank had filled the entire shop with duplicated coins. The merchant stuck his head out in disbelief, jaw to the floor. 

	"I also need a few bodies to carry all my alcohol to my ship." Klank, satisfied with how that was handled, walked away.

	The merchant exploded out of the mountain of coin and scrambled around to gather the employees below deck. He had never seen so much money in one place and it more than motivated him to take care of a customer willing to part with it. It never occurred to him, in all his excitement, that the coin might be fake, seemingly coming out of nowhere. It was far from fake, however, as Klanks ability duplicates everything about the item in question. Since he was out and about already, Klank decided to walk around to make sure there was nothing else the new crew might need. He would take into consideration the people he would adventure with and buy things he thought they might need. There was only two hours left before setting sail, so he would make the shopping spree quick. 

	With just an hour left before take off, Klank finally boarded his beloved creation. Phin was nowhere in sight, and neither was Isaac. Nor was the lively little weapon he carried. The snail was also missing and Klank thought weird of it. Perhaps Isaac had come back for it. Or maybe one of the 'Endless Bottle' employees had taken it. He would find out later. The crates, filled with copious amounts of alcohol, were lined up neatly along the starboard rail of the ship. To his surprise, one of the crates was open. Klank walked cautiously to that crate and heard someone talking. Nothing the delicate voice said was coherent, and as he drew closer the air seemed to chill. Short bursts of heat broke the cold aura, but only for a moment. Suddenly a giggle, and then a series of hiccups. "I think we drank too much, Peanut," the voice laughed. A short squeak replied. 

	When Klank reached the corner of the open crate, he saw a small girl leaning against it. Her long silvery hair was wrapped around her body in a angled mess, and the little black dress had wet spots from where alcohol had spilled. Her cheeks had a rosy tint, obviously drunk beyond her ability to function. She held a large bottle of dark rum that was was nearly empty. Next to her were numerous empty bottles, some of those empty only because its contents had made its way to the deck. Next to all that, lying against the wall was a squirrel. A  little red squirrel that held a mini bottle no bigger than one of Klank's fingers. 

	"Helping yourselves, I see?" Klank interrupted. 

	The red squirrel, startled, jumped up and took a defensive stance. It started squeaking rubbish and suddenly burst into flames. Klank jumped back in surprise. The girl simply looked up, unable to move without feeling the urge to throw everything up. Klank stepped closer to her, but the squirrel wouldn't allow it. He leaped between them and got on all fours, red eyes piercing through the flames covering his body. 

	"Easy, little guy," Klank said carefully. "Nothing to fear from me."

	"He ain't sacred of NOTHING," the girl said laughing. And not a moment later, the squirrel had a violent hiccup. The moment that happened, the flames went out in a loud poof. This, more than anything, sent the squirrel running around in panicked circles like he was actually on fire. 

	"Well," the girl chuckled, "Maybe except when his flames go out... 'Hiccup." She tried getting up, but the struggle was real.

	Klank raised his hand. "You just sit right there, little one." He knelt down next to her. "What are you doing on my ship, drinking my alcohol?" He was by no means angry, just a little curious.

	The girl just smiled and tapped the back of her head on the open crate she was leaning against. "I don't know about you, man," she said with another hiccup. "But when you see a bunch of guys carrying crates upon crates of alcohol," she held in an urge for a moment before continuing. "You follow, and drink. And then you drink some more. And well..." She looked to her partner in crime and chuckled as he fell to the floor. "And well, here we are. Drinking." She took one last swig before her body slid to the side and saying, "Sierra... Signing out." and she, like the squirrel, passed out on the deck of Klank's ship. When she did, the cold aura had disappeared, and loud snoring came from both of them.

	"Interesting," Klank thought aloud, and left the duo to sleep it off. There was still a few things to do on the ship before departure. "I wonder if they'll tag along?"