Klank had just finished duplicating his last wooden shield to defend his ship against the cannons. The large double wall he built on the docks was still holding strong, though, he would soon realize that's all it was good for. Suddenly, the drunken girl from before had landed next to him, offering help and quickly encased Klank's wall in a thick layer of ice. He glared at it curiously. "Impressive," he said to her. Of course, he wasn't just referring to the reinforced wall. He was amazed at her quick recovery, knowing full well that if he had drank as much as she did, he'd still be out, and useless. Even more, he witnessed what she had done to a couple ships in flashy icicle flurry. It had been a while, probably his last crew on the grand line, since he witnessed a single person cause such destruction. He was sure the girl would have made an escape, not that she was a captive, and was struck with surprise when she came back. He was not mad about the possibility of her and the fiery squirrel tagging along.

	"Phin," Klank shouted before looking back. The fishman was already running around deck, freeing the symbol-less blue sails. They parachuted out, creating a sound that resembled a blanket being snapped. Phin never looked back, only continuing his mission to get the ship moving faster. Klank looked out back to Jubiltown and said, "Proceed, I guess." It hadn't been a few hours, but the individuals on board seemed to work in unison. At least for the most part. Isaac, remained up top the highest mast, out of sight from the others, hopefully keeping a look out. He couldn't be sure. It was at that moment, when Klank thought their escape was eminent, when he noticed Jubiltown begin to change amidst all the explosions.

	Even at the distance they currently held, Klank could see the monstrous fortress that made up half of the town. It was no longer a single entity as the many ships connected to King Jubil's own, began to separate. Men were running chaotically trying to get to one or the others. Some of them fell right into the sea, where they would stay. The main ship, starting its hunt, created waves big enough to crash over the mainland. Everything, including the wall Klank had built to hold the citizens back, was destroyed. There was enough water to allow passage from inside the ring. Klank chuckled when it was made clear that all those little ships were following King Jubil's lead. 

	"You really pissed him off," Klank said, referring to Isaac. "Not even a full crew and we have targets on our backs." He looked at Sierra and Peanut. "This is gonna be one crazy adventure," and he laughed as he ran to the ships helm. "It's high time we got outta here." He was excited to really test his new ships capabilities, and even more excited to showcase it to an audience. When he got to the wheel, he took a look at each of his crew, a wide grin spread crazily across his face. Two cigarettes appeared between his lips, and he lit them. His heart began beating faster and faster until the moment came when he slammed a lever to the left of the wheel. It was one of many that surrounded his immediate vicinity, and they all served a specific purpose. This lever, would aid in their hasty escape. "BRACE YOURSELVES," he yelled.

	Large wooden doors unlatched themselves all around the side of the ship. Together, they created a loud smack as they hit the wooden body. Without hesitation, gigantic oars shot out and smacked the water below. Once Klank heard the sound, he began spinning a knob with a handle jutting out at the center of the helms wheel. This activated the oars. Eight paddles, all connected to this one knob to be controlled by this one shipwright. The burst in speed with each push of the oars was surprisingly powerful, and Klank himself jumped with joy when it hadn't failed. It took him weeks to work out the kinks in the system, but it was all worth it. Phin, who had never braced himself, fell back and rolled to the back of the ship. Strangely, he was laughing. The explosions began to fade in the distance, and even King Jubil's ship was getting smaller by the second.

	"HOT DAMN," Klank yelped. He pumped his fist into the air, celebrating his newest achievement. Afterward, he kicked a lever behind him, activating a small door just to his right. A bottle of rum shot up and landed right into his hand. He popped the cork, took a swig, and lit another cigarette that was gone in a single drag. He lit another immediately after for relaxation. He knew now, for sure, that the new crew would have no worries from their pursuers for some time. He leaned against the large wooden wheel, taking small drags and big sips. "Let's celebrate!"