Klank couldn't remember a more frustrating time in all his life. It had been two days without a cigarette, and the first day, it really pissed him off. It's all he wanted to help him mentally combat the extreme weather changes. He'd been rained on, hailed on, and snowed on, and now he waited for the unbearable heat to melt the thick layer of ice that anchored his sitting body to the ground. He thought it a miracle he wasn't dead, or at the very least stricken with hypothermia. It was still new to him, but Klank had no choice other than learning to stay calm, and even go beyond that. He practiced meditation. Even that though, only did so much. His body ached all over, probably from the freezing air just last night. He almost called it quits.

	"There better be a point to this," Klank yelled, hoping Bighead was out there. His Captain's words, both on the ship and before dropping him in the hole, kept repeating every time Klank thought about leaving the whole. "This some bullshit," he said a little softer this time. He felt his blood start to boil, and it had nothing to do with the torch in the sky. He grunted, but was able to recover, although it was much harder this time around since Bighead didn't have the decency to bring any food. Two more days passed and Klanks body became skinnier and raggedier than ever. But, he continued whatever god awful training this was supposed to be. He often thought about the blueprints to his dream ship, and sailing his final ocean of the world. Those were the moments when Klank didn't notice natures ever changing wraith.

	After the fourth day, Bighead finally came. Phin was with him, also looking beat to hell. He had bandages completely covering his torso, blood slowly soaking through. Bighead was the same as always, and tossed down some food. 

	"You're still alive!" he stated jovially.

	Klank shot a death glance at his Captain. "You put me down here not knowing if I'd survive?" He stood to his feet, pants soaked with water from a storm last night. He squeezed the bread he had caught and snapped a chunk off to eat. "Where's my god damned smoke." To which Bighead tossed down. He immediately duplicated it into handful. It was bliss, and for a moment, all that torture didn't matter when he puffed the stick all the way down. When he exhaled, he stared into the sky. 

	"Amazing what the body and mind can do just to survive, huh?" Bighead laughed. Even Phin chuckled, but doubled over when he did. Klank realized he might not have had it as bad as the fishman. 

	"What was the point of this?" Klank popped another cigarette. 

	"In order for you to endure the next part of YOUR training," their was a big emphasis on 'your,' "We needed to get your mind and body attuned to one another on a deeper level." 

	"For what?" Klank prodded. 

	"Soon! First you get a single days rest. Eat up, think on the last few days, and sleep." Bighead motioned for Klank to come out of the hole. "The next part is gonna be intense. It will make or break you."

	"And if it breaks me?"

	"Then say goodbye to your dream of sailing all the precious oceans on your precious ship."