A single plume of smoke wafted in front of Klanks face as he tinkered with the metal framing across his desk. A strange contraption it seemed when it was all opened up like this. Pieces were everywhere, bolts and springs and wires no longer needed. Old and new schematics to work from. Even his trusty goggles, which now had a black patch adhered to the right eye. He took a calm drag from his cigarette, finishing it and pinching the end with gloved fingers to snuff the cherry, and flicked it away. 

	"I think that about does it," he confirmed. "And just in time." He took hold of the frame and began to collapse it down to operating form, almost rolling one end to the other. It made a series of clicking noises as it closed, and once it was done, he held it up and observed the final product. He hadn't tested this particular one yet, but he had tested all the other models before it. All the metal made it somewhat heavy, but he had taken Bighead's advice to heart and took the necessary steps to ensure he could wield it. 

	Suddenly the door creaked open behind him. Klank stood.

	"Look at those gains." 

	Klank chuckled. "Had to make sure I stood a chance at whooping your ass."

	Bighead laughed approvingly as Klank turned to face him. Phin was there as well, but made no comments. Instead, the fishman stared. They hadn't seen each other in almost a year, and certainly what he saw was not expected. Klank thought he saw regret in those eyes, for what Phin thought was his own failings as a comrade. 

	"Got a few upgrades I think you'll appreciate, you overgrown ape. Phin, you're a sight for a sore eye." Phin half grinned. "What? Too soon?"

	Klank walked over to a mirror on the wall, setting his new model down and scooping up his goggles as he went. He slid them over his head, observing the scarred socket where his right eye used to be. "Took a while, but it healed nicely." 

	After fixing his goggles over his eyes, Klank approached an empty hanger just to his left. He grabbed at his left elbow and twisted hard at the elbow. There was a loud click before his leather wrapped arm disconnected. He hung it on the wall.

	"Esmeraline tells me that you were," Bighead said in his own voice before a very poor imitation of the old woman who healed Klanks arm, "A damned stubborn fool who doesn't know what's good for him." He laughed again. "I think she likes you still."

	"That woman can kiss the tail end of a sea king, for all she put me through." He took his new model in hand, almost skeletal in appearance. "Besides, I had to work out the kinks in this beaut."

	"I can see that," Bighead nodded towards the far wall where dozens of other metal skelton arms hung, all different sizes and forms. 

	"It's creepy," Phin remarked. 

	"Ain't it?, hehe." Klank snapped and twisted the new arm to his joint. It fit unsurprisingly well. He clenched a metal fist and did a few flex curls. "Fully operational." He duped a smoke and flipped it into his mouth. With a thumbs up from his new arm and a wide smile, a flame suddenly flickered from his thumb. He lit the cigarette, took a puff, and said "I call it, All-Hand. Now how's about we get this show on the road."

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	It was always a beautiful ship, Klank thought. Nowhere near his dream ship, but focus had to be elsewhere up until now. Besides, he hadn't found the perfect material as of yet. For now, this would do just fine. It sat for a year on the docks, needing minimal maintenance. Klank took it out a few times, but stayed close to the large island. Now it bobbed with the incoming waves, ready to set sail with it's old crew. All that remained was for the rest to arrive.

	"It shouldn't be long before the others are here," Bighead said. "I sent instruction. Word has it that The Fruity Marines have already departed Fort Amitrose." He seemed happy about that. "They want the whole crew, but after what Isaac and Sierra did, they are the priority targets. Their bounties sky-rocketed, same as Phin." 

	"Not suprising," Klank replied. "If not for them, we'd all be in cages or dead. Even saved your ass... Captain."

	"That they did. Makin me so proud."

	Together, the three boarded the ship. Klank immediately went over to his station and stroked the wheel.

	"Soon, baby." He popped another cigarette and faced Bighead and Phin. "I've grown to like these people. They are good folk, so I'd rather not cause a terrible commotion for them. I say once the others are here, we set sail immediately. The people who have been tailing me all this time will tell our pursuers which way we've gone. We can fight them elsewhere, on our terms."