Klank was in a room identical to the one from before. The only difference was that now, Sasayaki, Isaac's beloved weapon, was coiled up on the small wooden chair next to the barely lit candle. She appeared out of nowhere sometime after the shipwright won his game and was teleported himself. He wondered what GM could possibly have planned to be putting the two together. He was glad, though, that this next challenge would be taken on with familiar company. He walked over and sat down on the floor next to the chair, sliding down the wall as he did. He popped a smoke and lit, inhaling it in a single bound and immediately lighting another to relax. After the first game, he was able to rid himself of the anger from being put in this position. Now, he was calm and ready for anything.

	"Just go with the flow," He lightly whispered to himself. It was a saying he learned from his time with the Kraken Pirates.

	"Ugh!" Sasa blurted.

	"Problem?" Klank replied.

	"In fact there is." Clanking of the chain followed suit, almost like she turned to face her soon to be partner. "Problem is, you sound like the old Isaac, but you're not him." She thought herself that the saying made her miss him. She felt different without the one she's grown accustomed to.

	"You mean he wasn't always that way?" Klank took a puff. "I would love to see the troublemaker before he was just that." Another puff.

	"He was always a troublemaker." Her voice became softer. Her attitude towards Klank had changed a bit since Jubiltown. "Those were just darker times for the both of us." It was obvious her sudden loss was taking an odd toll for the living weapon. She remained silent.

	"Well," Klank stood, taking another drag. "We've all had darker times, and we've all seen things we probably could have lived without." He lit another cigarette before the other was finished. "It's all fine and dandy to dwell on the past from time to time," A long drag. "Today is not one of those times. We have a game to win, whatever the hell it's gonna be, and if you wanna be in Isaac's grasp again, then I need you to perform just as you would if it was him wielding you. I need you to get ANGRY." He yelled that last word to emphasize the emotion. 

	"You couldn't handle me," she assured.

	The chain rattled. Klank took hold of Sasa by the handle of the blade and held her up high as he whirled the chain around his arm.

	"GET ANGRY," he demanded. It was then, when Sasa got angry, that Klank felt his mistake. A violent vibration stormed through the chain. He yelled in pain as he fell, Sasa still wrapped around his arm. The shock was so powerful that Klank couldn't let go.

	Of her own accord, the weapon silenced herself and spoke. "You dope. Literally, you can't handle me."

	"We'll figure it out," he struggled. His whole body felt numb, like it fell asleep and thousands of needles were prodding at once when he tried to move. "We have to."
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	"Welcome, fans of The Pirate Games." The voice was GM's. He stood over an enormous sea course. The boundaries started at the edge of Arcadia, the farthest reaches spanning far out into the sea. A thin translucent dome covered the entirety of the coarse. There were no extra islands, just open sea. Little obstacles, however, were randomly placed. Some were tall wooden pillars, others were giant ramps, and even some cone shaped mechanisms facing in many directions. "This is a brand new event I've cooked up just for you. I call it," he paused for dramatic effect. "TWISTED WOOD!" The crowd roared as the cone shaped mechanisms exploded with fire breath. Few of them shot out cannons. "Rules are simple. Each team has an hour to modify a ship of their choosing." GM extended his hand to a group of ragged ships by the edge of Arcadia. Further inland, there were multiple piles of scrap wood, worn weapons, and other strange objects. "After that hour is up, the chosen ships will set sail within the Dome of Destruction for a free-for-all showdown." He tapped his hammer mid-air, and eight doors beyond the scrap piles opened. Out walked the contestants.

	Somewhere in the middle, Klank walked out, Sasyaki in hand and chain wrapped thickly around his forearm. He looked ragged, showing the beating he had taken in his short training sessions with the weapon. The blunt end of the chain glowed and hovered, observing the competition. The other seven crew were of no unique qualities. At least to her. Some fishmen, humans, and other creatures were among them.

	"We'll kill them all," she said loud enough for some of the others to hear. The duo received harsh death glares.

	"Anything goes in this game. However," he paused again. A purple wheel of judgment appeared at the peak of the dome. "Every two minutes a rule will be enforced as deemed by the wheel. The longer the match goes on, the tougher the game becomes. The last ship standing, wins." GM looked to the contestants. "HOW LONG DO THEY HAVE TO MODIFY THEIR SHIPS?" he yelled for the crowd. To which they, including those watching from the screens, yelled, "ONE HOUR!"

	"BEGIN!" 

	The contestants immediately took off to claim their ships. Klank took off for the piles. Sasa didn't like that.

	"What are you doing, you fool? You'll end up with shittiest ship out there."

	Klank kept his pace and began digging once he got there. He wasn't worried. "They're all ships that don't deserve to grace the sea with their presence." He watched the others as they chose, and predictable they were. "Look at them. Going for the biggest, heaviest ship they can find." He chuckled. "No two man crew can effectively maneuver, let alone battle, with a ship of those sizes. Especially ones that are not tailored to the crew." Klank knew that none of their competitors were shipwrights, a welcome advantage to him. "Do you trust me?" he asked Sasa.

	"I sure as hell don't." 

	Klank could feel the paralyzing effect of Sasa's anger, but it wasn't so bad now. He produced another cigarette, glad that he was allowed to keep it this time. It kept him calm and clear. "You're gonna have to." He lugged a brazier onto his shoulder and then reached into his fanny pack. He pulled out a small vial of oil and smiled devilishly. "Because anything goes."

	With but a few minutes left, each two man crew was finished with their modifications. Each ship underwent basic patch jobs, horribly done, confirming Klank's thought of no shipwrights. Most of the fixes made were unnecessary, having little to no effect on maneuverability. All of them had overly used cannons placed on each side of the ship. They were going for power house tactics. 

	Klank and Sasa, who were in their own modified ship,if it could be called that, sat patiently waiting for the 'Ready, Set." Not much was needed to build a mobile weapon against his enemy. The vessel was only twice the size of a canoe. Metal rails were built for Klank to grab hold of when things get funky, and the Brazier he snatched was firmly secured at the front. The flame, almost eternal, burned brilliantly and big. In his hand, opposite Sasa, he carried a wooden spear doused in oil. At the back of the ship were three fan wheels. One facing straight back, the other two facing diagonally to the left and right. He had already explained to Sasa what they were for, and given her her job for the games.

	"Looks like the crews are all set," GM finally announced. "It's looking to be an interesting battle." The crowd roared. "ARE YOU READYYY?" They cheered louder, sending a light shockwave through Arcadia. "GO!"

	The big ships were slow to start, but the chaos was not. Three of the ship instantly fired cannons in an attempt to wipe out others off the bat. Only one sank, and its crew vanished. Klank's vessel, which he named "Little Warrior," was safe from the cannons at such a close distance. Once the others got out to sea, Little Warrior took off. The crowd gasped at its speed. Sasa was pumping the fan wheels, playing them like a DJ. It was then Klank yelled, "RESONATE!" Suddenly his head was throbbing.

	"I SAID NO," Sasa yelled. Klank had tried to convince her to respond to commands, but she firmly denied. She grunted. 

	"Please?" Klank acted excited. "Amp me up," he begged with a smile.

	"You better not screw this up."

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	Sasa's chain rattled violently as it unraveled completely from Klank's arm to put more force into the fan wheel. When she did, the vessel burst forward and the bouncing shipwright held onto his goggles. He wrapped the blade end around his waist and hooked it around the chain.

	"WOOOOO!" the shout was nearly drowned out by the wind blowing passed. When they approached a ship, Klank yelled out, "LEFT," to which Sasa sent out a focused shockwave to the left wheel. The act caused Little Warrior to back flip into the air with a slight twist. It reached deck height, and when position called for it, Klank duplicated the oil doused spear into his other hand, releasing the first. It flew through the fire raging in the brazier, and continued towards the target ship. He did this multiple times within one flip and even when descending. Suddenly there was a trail of fire leading from deck and down the side. The ship, riddled with old wood, fueled the fire at an absurd rate. It wasn't long before the crew abandoned ship.

	"One down," Klank confirmed.

	"That's two ships down, you idiot."

	"Personal score," Klank replied jovially. "Hit the ramp."

	Sasa forced the middle wheel to gain speed. A loud ringing echoed in the air, alerting the world that the wheel had made its judgement, which GM called out, "Dragon's Breath."

	All through out the arena, cones of fire exploded. The flames lasted longer than expected, and one of the ships fell victim. None of this, however, stopped Klank from his plan. He saw a ship, encased in thin metal strips, just beyond the wooden incline. Little warrior made a loud bang, followed by an echoing scratch when it hit. The arena was huge from way up in the air, and Klank could see the remaining ships. His target was the one below. He duped a dozen oil spears and tossed them overboard. After that, Sasa was unwrapped from his waist. The chain arced over the edge, clanging loudly.

	"BOOMING SPEARS!" Klank yelled.

	"NNOOOOOO!" Sasa was pissed, but she was already sending out the pulse.

	 The tumbling spears took flight like each of them were shot from a cannon. They made loud thunks when making contact. Oil trailed down. When they landed safe and sound back on water, Sasa bonked him on the head again, this time a lot harder. He wrapped the blade back around his waist and had Sasa turn Little Warrior to face the ship. Klank wound up, holding one spear forward to guide his throwing spear. He raised the forward to put an arc on his toss. He let loose and watched the trail of fire fly. The enemy ship went up in flames. As it did, the wheel made a judgement.

	"NO DEVIL FRUITS!" The crowd went wild.

	"OH, COME ON!" Klank cursed.

	The blunt end of Sasa, glowing and pissed, looked at the shipwright. "You son of a..." she was cut off and dropped to the ground. 

	Little Warrior slowed to dead stop. Klank was left with a single spear, a useless Sasa, his All-tool, and a single cigarette. He took the smoke out of his goggle band and lit it with the brazier fire. 

	"God Dammit!" he said as he dragged. He watched a ship in the distance turn towards his. An explosion echoed and within seconds, a black blob closed in. 

	"God fuckin dammit!" He finished his cigarette just before the cannon ball hit.