"You're so beautiful," Klank mumbled in his sleep. He was laying to his side, awkwardly entwined in the large wooden wheel. His hand glided across the finely polished ring as he said, "I love you." The serenity didn't last long. Without warning, he bounced violently between the ceiling and floor. He tried to recover, but with how the ship was bouncing, it wouldn't happen. Klank, in the middle of face planting on the ceiling for the fourth time, instantly knew what was happening. Mid tumble, he produced a cigarette and took a long, angry drag. There was no way for him to to make it to the door on foot, not with the room now spinning chaotically. He was on the floor now, looking for his All-tool, but it to was all over the place. He had no choice but to wait it out. It only took a moment for the ship to come to an abrupt stop. He didn't have a lever for a halt like that. "Someone," he said as he lit another cigarette. "Is gonna die." Once he was half way through his smoke, Klank shot up to his feet, walked over to grab his weapon, and charged for the door. 

	The Sky was a gorgeous shade a blackish-blue with glaring dots scattered throughout. As nice as the scene was, it wasn't enough to suppress his surprise. A cage seemed to have formed over Klank's beloved ship. A giant, fleshy cage that looked like bulky, scarred fingers. This, more than Isaac's and Sierra's misbehavior, angered him even further. Another cigarette popped into his mouth. He lit it as he headed to the edge of his ship. "What the hell kind of sea monster has human fingers," he said as he jumped onto the wooden railing. 

	Klank unfolded his All-tool and hit a tiny switch in the middle, to which a foot long jagged blade snapped up. Suddenly, it was a bulky spear that doubled in length from its hammer form. He raised it, winding it up behind his back and yelled, "NO ONE MESSES WITH MY SHIP." With all the strength he could muster, Klank forced the weapon forward. "ALL-TOOL SPEAR," he said as he channeled his rage. The short blade pierced through, and a bellowing yelp filled the air. It sounded much like a man, but what reared its ugly head, was not. The finger cage quickly shrank down, followed by a large wave that sent the ship floating back with it. Klank hopped down and ran to the where the figurehead should be. He held the spear tightly, ready to strike again. Phin ran up behind him, holding his forehead. There were multiple bumps caused by the ships recent thrashing. Still, he was ready to fight, and prepared to take to the water where he was strongest. He was simply waiting for the command. 

	In front of them, a towering mass of a Sea King stared. It's diamond shaped scales glimmered an eerie blue, reflecting the light from a full moon and illuminating everything. It's head was triple the size of Klank's ship, with scaly looking tendrils draping over the sides. From what Klank could tell, it was a Dragon Sea King and only half of it's body was above water. Anger quickly subsided.  For fear of the destruction of his ship, the shipwright darted for the helm. He shoved Isaac and Sasa from the post. He slammed one of the levers to the right, keeping his thump firmly on top of it. At the front of the ship, all the way down the stern, doors opened up and out of them came long cannons. When he heard the sound of the cannons locking in place, Klank pushed the button on top of the lever. One after another, five heavy lances fired with loud bangs echoing into the world. Luckily, these lances were tether-less, so when the Sea King made its inevitable escape, the ship would not be dragged down to the depths. Klank laughed maniacally as they flew. That laughter ended, though, when the lances bounced off the black scales. Klank's jaw dropped to the floor. 

	The dragon, not seeming phased in the slightest, lowered itself into the water until its head was level with the ship. It's red eyed glare pierced the Klank. Then, there was laughter as a bump started to grow on its snout. The bump grew until it was the size of the ship. That's when the crew realized it wasn't a bump at all, but a head. A giant, thick-bearded, muscular head with a shit eating grin. And it laughed like it was amused. The voice was overwhelming and deep. 

	"The balls," the voice laughed. "The balls on you to make an attempt on my pet's life." 

	"Pet?" Klank said to himself. He lazily kranked the same lever to the left, reloading the lance cannons, knowing full well it was useless. His jaw was still hanging, but he couldn't just let the ship go down without a fight.

	"No need for that," the head laughed. The man's eyes were a light blue, and they shot glances at each crew member. Isaac was unperturbed, and Sierra, right along with peanut, were in a feisty stance. The ginormous head continued. "You have to forgive Blade, here. He's very protective you see." The man raised his hand, enlarging it so the crew could see. "And when one of you stabbed me," blood flowed smoothly from where Klank stuck his spear. "He got a little pissed. I assure you, he won't attack as long as I'm in charge." the hand went away and shriveled down. "May I board?" he questioned. "It's been quite sometime since I've been on such a fine vessel, and Blade here needs some time to roam. He's unable to do so with me riding."

	Klank looked to Isaac, Sierra, and Phin. Then he pulled the lever to the right, causing the lance cannons to retract. 

	"As long as that beast stays away from my ship." Klank pointed at the Sea King. Blade let out a feint whimper. Klank thought it weird that a Sea King of that caliber might have feelings, and that they were hurt. 

	The head shrank down, almost disappearing on the dragons snout. In the next moment, the man leaped from his pet and landed firmly on deck. His hair was short, light brown, and faded into a shaggy beard that covered most of his face. He wore a long black captain's coat, sleeves flapping in the wind. The man uncovered one of his arms and pointed at his face with his thumb. It was obvious why he didn't put his arms through the sleeves. They were too big. His calf muscles were bare as he wore black shorts that fit snug on his wide thighs. He was a hulk of a man, with an attitude that didn't seem to match at first impression. 

	"The name's Bighead," he introduced. "Jesse D Bighead."