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It had taken much longer than expected to reach the island with the main mast destroyed. With the help of Captain Bigheads devil powers and his insane strengthening routines, it was almost no effort for him to lift the fallen shaft so that Klank could mount and secure it back in place. Every so often, he would glance towards the island from his perch near where the pillar had cracked in half. The closer they got, the easier it was to make out a figure on the shore.

"Captain," Klank shouted. "Someone is on the island."

"What's he doing," Bighead yelled as he approached the head of the ship.

After a few moments of squinting his eyes and shading them from the bright sun, "It looks like he's waiting."

Bighead leaned forward, his head bigger than ever and eyes protruding from his sockets like a sick pair of scopes. "Hmm!" he said to himself. "I see."

"What CAN'T you see with eyes like that." Klank mocked in disgust. The strange things his captain did always through him for a loop.

Captain Bighead ignored him as he observed. "There's a raft. It's obliterated. And he's smiling."

"Think he was trying to escape?" Klank questioned.

"Possibly." A huge smile spread across his face.

Klank noticed and immediately knew what the man was thinking. "For the love of all the Blue Seas, Captain. If you're planning to take this man as a part of the crew, don't put him through your ridiculous test. This is why we have no other crew."

The captain laughed. "You're here."

"Cause I'm stupid."

Now, the island was close and Klank began preparing the anchor for the drop. A few minutes later the two finally lowered a small makeshift moat klank had made a few days ago. Their last one was destroyed by Bigheads usual antics. Like on the ship, the captain perched himself at the front, his head doubling as a figurehead, not that it was needed for this small craft. It didn't take long for them to reach the shore and eventually walk themselves to this mysterious man and what Klank thought was a sorry excuse for a raft. That would be his first task. While Bighead prepared to recruit, Klank would fix this mans creation, knowing full well that he might buckle under the captains pressure like all the rest.



Klank hammered away at the main-deck, effortlessly repairing the minor damage caused by a storm just moments ago. It would be inaccurate, though, to say that towering waves or severe lightning had anything to do with it. Captain Bighead had been running all over the ship in a fit of rage trying to maneuver the ship to ride the waves. When he finally caught his rhythm, the Captain transferred that rage into wordless shouts and taunts. He laughed maniacally at the storm and that's when he started unintentionally putting holes in the ships floor. His overgrown legs and obnoxious head could put holes in anything. Thinking back on it, Klank began to chuckle as he finished pounding the last nail. He damned the Captain's devil fruit power as he stood.

"Nothing like a good storm to start the day, eh men?" The Captain stood where the figurehead should be. That's not to say his own head didn't act as a double. Often, it did. Klank assumed it was a part of Bigheads strange humor.

"I can think of a few better ways to start the day," Klank replied.

"Nonsense," he yelled boisterously, looking far out into the distance. "That storm just acted as today's workout, and that, I say, is beautiful." The Captain flexed his calf muscles without even looking back.

Klank stepped over to the starboard rail taking note of the suns rays dancing across the sea. "Silver lining," he said good-heartedly.

After a few moments, something had begun to ring in Klanks ears. It was feint at first, but grew into a sort of humming that carried a sense of foreboding. He looked to Bighead and knew the song was not lost on him. Staring out into the sea, an island slowly came into view on the horizon. It was the first they had seen in weeks, and just as Klank was about to speak, a series of cracks and pops echoed. He looked up and the main mast was beginning to bend, eventually snapping. The top half of the mast fell forward until it reached a weird angle. What happened next sent chills down Klanks spine. The pillar slowly swung to starboard side. It stopped when it was pointing at the barely visible island.

Captain Bighead removed himself from his post and began taking the steps to head in that direction. A task that would prove difficult with a now broken ship.

"Don't just stand there, mate." Bighead said energetically "You're up."

Klank pouted angrily as he approached the mast. "I'm always up," he mocked under his breath. Looking up, he observed the damage and then gathered the necessary materials. It would take a while to get to the island, anyway, so Klank decided he would take his time. All the while he couldn't help wonder about the eerie humming.


Name: Klank

Age: 31

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Abilities: Dupe-Dupe Fruit. Klank has the ability to duplicate any object he can physically lift. The smaller the item, the easier it is for him to create multiple versions, and with greater speed.

Weapon: All Tool

With the hammer doubling as a pair of pliers, the All Tool was created to remedy any problems aboard a ship. The two foot handle is also made with slot compartments that hold various tools for specific sitautions. When they are needed, Klank must simply unfold whatever he needs. A few compartments remain empty until Klank upgrades his masterpiece with tools he may not yet have.

Personality: Klank is a go with the flow kind of character. A trait he adapted after becoming a crew member of the Bighead Pirates. Something else he has picked up is temporary bouts of anger. He left his home to get away from the constant work, and being apart of The Bigheads hasn't REALLY taken him away from that. He doesn't care much for fighting, and when he does partake, his style is what some would call erratic.

Personals: Aside from his All Tool, Klank carries a number of essentials when leaving ship. Around his waist is a dark-brown fanny pack that is connected to a thick leather belt. Sewn into the belt strap are a few itmes; a nail, a nut, a bolt, a screw, and a cigarette. inside the fanny pack is a single beri, and just a few different types of gems that Captain Bighead requires him to carry. Strapped to his back is a single wooden board matching the color of the crews ship.

Bio: Klank spent most of his life in loguetown, taking up his fathers trade in ship repair. Needless to say, there was always work for them, and because of that, enjoying festivities was out of the question. One night, a rather obnoxious crew of pirates demanded repairs and left Klank alone to do his work. Hours had passed without the return of these pirates, but he continued to wait in hopes of receiving payment. Walking around the ship, Klank wondered what it must be like to travel the world and just be free to do whatever one wished. In the midst of wandering, he came across the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since work began and figured he'd help himself.

There was food all around, but a strange fruit was centered on the table. Klank had never seen anything like it. Yellow in color with strange swirls, one half of the fruit perfectly matched the other. He took a single bite, and as nasty as it was, he toughed through it. Never had he eaten something so bad. He threw it away and reconsidered just how hungry he was. Klank returned to the deck and continued waiting for his payment. The pirates never showed.

The next day was when Klank found out that he could take an item and duplicate it. There was freaking out and lots of confirming the fact that he actually now had this strange ability. He came to terms with it, but kept it hidden until one day a large pirate caught him using it. That pirate was Captain Bighead. He stuck around for a while and observed, not taking long to decide, that with his innate ability as a shipwright, and the power to duplicate objects, Klank was perfect for the crew. Despite concerns from the family, the young adult took the opportunity to chase after a dream he had thought on for long enough.



Will start working on the IC shortly. Just wanted to get thread up for CS
sorry everyone. around the time i stopped hopping on i received some bad news regarding my mother. my attention and energy kinda went into that situation.
Messaged some people. If they don't get back to me by the time I'm out of work, I'll get my post up. Sorry about the hold up guys
I think the only person who hasn't posted is hydrphobe. I'll message him later before I start my IC post
got a little busy today. Ill have my post up tomorrow. If everyone has posted, is anyone opposed to me skipping ahead until the end of the briefing. That way we can get things really kicking off here
@Tenma Tendo reading it now
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