The ocean's surface waved like grass in the wind and gracefully accepted the endless supply of droplets. Though it did not light their way, silver rays danced through the calm rain. Sounds of rolling water and delicate pitter-patters all around put Klank at ease, and with all the training he endured, the shipwright didn't mind the frozen claws of the gusting air. He stood firm with the wheel's large spokes in hand, swaying slightly from side to side. It wasn't enough to veer the ship in either direction. He hummed a tune to himself, one that he saved for nights like this, and tapped the toes of one foot to the song. Further and further he drifted off into serenity. Any further and he could forget there were others on board. It had already been a few days and nights, this being the fourth night, but he was glad to be back on his ship. Now, in the sweet silence you could only get in the middle of nowhere, Klank thought heavily on past and future, and where he stood in all of it.

	"Squee!" a sound interrupted. 

	Klank looked back to see no one, but almost immediately caught Peanut in his lower peripherals. He was dressed in attire that properly protected him from the rain. He looked up with a sorrowful look. For a moment, Klank thought the weather had brought down the little rodents mood. Then he remembered the first day back on the ship. The kitchen had been ruined during Peanut's training. Walls were charred, whether by cook fire or the rodent's, or both if they were one and the same, Klank wouldn't know. He didn't realize until after his minor freak out that he probably, or most definitely should have let loose on The Captain. Klank jerked his head upward with invitation, and Peanut leaped to his shoulder in a single bound. 

	"Eh!," he shrugged, "You ain't so bad."

	"Squee!" His mood was lighter.

	"She's all repaired, anyway. Easy fix." Perhaps an apology, even though Klank wouldn't admit it aloud.

	"Squee Squee."

	"Don't know what that means." Klank stared straight ahead, still feeling a slight amount of guilt for what he had done. In retrospect, he knew it couldn't be helped. Apparently nothing could be helped once Bighead made a decision. The man didn't even have to physically force someone to do anything. His will seemed to force understanding of whatever needed understanding. 

	"Squeee!" Peanut sulked for a moment. He often went understood for what can be considered his words... or word. He relied heavily on body language with anyone but Sierra.

	"Snout up, Rodent," Klank intended no insult. Peanut knew. "Gotta hard journey ahead of us, yea?" He wondered what drove the squirrel. What he yearned for. What he dreamed for; if he dreamed. "Lots of ass to kick."

	At that, Peanut struck a superhero pose. It was his way of showing he could be counted on. That, Klank could be sure. 

	"That's right," Klank said. The rest of the night, on deck at least, the night continued eventless. 

	Two weeks passed. There were many challenges at sea, but the crew conquered them all. Nobody pirates tried attacking and failed miserably.  Storms threatened the ship but couldn't deliver defeat. Sea Kings tried to feed and became the food. The crew itself annoyed each other but their bonds became stronger still. Klank even allowed the others to control the ship just so he could get away. So he told them. In truth, Klank spent a lot of his time in the crafting room. Which was where he was on this fine, sunny day.

	The room, though smaller than the others, held all the amenities of multiple professions. The left wall sported the many tools of tanning; fleshing knives, slickers, pots, and a fold out slab that acted as a beam. Large jars lined the top of the wall, all filled with necessary substances. An anvil was centered in the room, an old time hammer on top. The forge took up the entire back wall. Before that, was a grindwheel. There was also a small stand riddled with forging tools. To the right, Where Klank was now, a table protruded from the wall. Gadgets and trinkets and other parts were sprawled out chaotically, But Klank knew where everything was without the need to look. Usually, the room that was meant for an occupancy of one, was clean and tidy. That was not the case as of late. Not with Klank working tirelessly. 

	He sat at the gadget table. A pulsing ached throughout his hands, fatigued from all the twisting and gripping. Small gears echoed into the room as the cranking continued. Smoke blasted in front of him as he exhaled, blocking his sight but not his progress. He smiled as he twisted his last gear into security. "HA!" he sounded in victory. He wasted no time in wielding his creation and leaving the room.

	The moment Klank kicked open the door, sunlight exploded all around him. He embraced the warmth. It was a good day. 

	"You seem awful chipper," Sierra poked. She thought for a moment. "It's weird."

	"She is not wrong," Phin agreed.

	Isaac dropped down from the lookout, landing with a barely audible thud. It didn't surprise Klank, but it didn't make sense either. Isaac also poked fun with, "Aww, he's got a new hammer. It's smaller than the other one."

	Sierra and Bighead laughed. Bighead said, "Considering what he's done with this ship, I get the feeling there's more to it."

	"At least someone's paying attention," Klank retorted. "The All-Tool was an all purpose tool, but that's all it was. Too bulky for anything else." He held up his new toy, silver and shining in the radiant sun. "This sleek little beaut can do everything the old one could do..." He pushed a small lever at the back of the hammer head. It instantly changed. The handle extended to three times its normal length, and Klank wielded it in both hands. "And more." The shipwright hit the same lever and it retracted to it's normal size. He hit a series of tiny buttons at the tools base, and each time he did, a different mini tool flipped out. "I took all the old accessories from the All-Tool and installed them inside the handle. The that wasn't the tricky part."

	"Uh oh!" Bighead chuckled. He observed Sasayaki for the ensuing reaction. He became excited, and his reaction enticed the others.

	"The hard part was figuring out how to equip this." Like his last training session with Bighead on the island, Klank spun the weapon around his hand. A long chain shot out from the base. It didn't look like it could fit inside the already full handle, and Klank would never spill the secret. He twirled the chain around his arm and whipped the hammer in a criss-crossing fury. With the touch of a button at the base of the chain, the weapon collapsed. Once again it was it's normal form.

	Klank Smiled wide. "The All-Sledge!"

	Everyone remained silent. Waiting. 

	"Uhm! Klank?" Sasayaki broke the silence. She was mostly coiled around Isaac's arm. "How exactly does your ability work?" Her words were calm, but they felt like flying daggers about to strike.

	"Once I understand the makeup of a material, and as long as I'm touchi..."

	"OOOOOOOOOO..." Sasayaki struggled in Isaac's arms. "You disrespectful pervert." 

	Isaac held her back. It wasn't because he was afraid of what she might do, but because he had important news of his own. Allowing her to continue would further delay his message. He calmed the living weapon and said, "There's an Island just ahead." He pointed. "Ships all over. Marine Ships." Now he seemed excited.

	Bighead paced over to the figure head, which Klank had rebuilt very recently. Almost Disgustingly, he forced his left eye to grow. It extended like a telescope. 

	"Hehe!" Bighead sounded. "Looks like we'll see if all your training paid off. Klank, down anchor." He commanded. "Sierra, when the ship is parked, Iceberg Ship." Iceberg ship was something The Captain and Sierra worked on together. She had done it once at the island, encasing Klanks ship with ice and sculpting it to look like an iceberg. People steered clear of icebergs. 

	Klank attached the All-Sledge to his belt. Much more convenient than having it on his back with the wooden plank. "I will get the mini sub ready." He was off, and Peanut followed, for he was a part of the propulsion process.

	Isaac, still maintaining Sasa, yelled, "SUUBTERFUUUUGGEEEE!"