A storm raged for as far as Klank could see from his beloved wheel. All the levers were finally reset, more than a few needing to be used in their chaotic escape. The Jubil Pirates, however, were relentless in their pursuit, always showing up just when safety was all but had. It took the combined efforts from each member of The Bigheads to create an opportunity of escape only days ago. Sierra and peanut skated across the thrashing ocean, freezing waves when they reached their peak height. As important as it was to block a quarter of the ships from going further, she was childishly reckless in her actions. Her youthful mind was plagued with the absurd notion that she was invincible. Phin took to the deep sea, creating maelstroms wherever he could. Three ships capsized, but that made no dent in the monstrous fleet. Against Klank's protests, Isaac had slammed a lever by the wheel. The back of the ship opened up to release a mini version of itself, perfect for a two man team, and significantly more mobile. Isaac leaped onto the mini ship and immediately pulled a lever meant to give a wild burst of speed, but not before Captain Bighead himself joined. Klank was left alone, baffled. He grabbed two smokes as the situation demanded, and puffed. With the snap of a lever, the ship drifted to face his fleeting crew. Another lever, much like the one on the mini ship, allowed Klank to close the distance. 

	"I suppose it's time to really test your capabilities, baby," Klank said as he glided his hands over the wooden wheel. "Operation..." he pulled another lever. The other rods surrounding him descended into the bowels of the ship, replaced by a set of two levers with three triggers on each. Klank stepped between them as a small contraption secured his feet to the floor. "Evasive Retrieval!"

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	The sun shown brightly now that The Bigheads were out from the blanket of storm clouds. Though they could still see that storm, they could no longer see the destruction the crew had wrought. After just a few days of suspicion, finally there was time to relax, and that was exactly what Klank was doing, a cigarette in his mouth and a hammer at the ready. The ship took considerable damage in Operation Evasive Retrieval, and Klank realized the kind of fortifications must be made. There were a few cannon holes on the side, but most of the damage came from the ship itself. It would take some time to fully recover the ship, but Klank welcomed it. As he worked on the holes first, hoisted over the edge, Bighead leaned over the rail to look down at the shipwright.

	"Never seen a ship do that," Bighead bellowed.

	"No one has," Klank smirked, still hammering away. "For good reason." He raised his hands as if to show the ship. Shattered wood was hanging all over, and on deck, a mast split down the middle. A sail was torn and sprawled across the deck, and a large gap was created at nose of the ship. Even the ships figure head was blown to pieces. "I anticipated some minor damage, but nothing like this mess." He kept patching the holes.

	"Lotta bang for any ship," Bighead  chuckled. "I'm curious," he became serious, but still with a smile. "As a shipwright, knowing what might happen... Why?"

	Klank halted his hammering and took a long drag. The smoke wafted up his face and he replied, "Why would I install an arsenal my ship couldn't handle?" Bighead remained silent as Klank took another drag. "Can't build my dream ship without testing a few extremes." He continued repairs. "The things we've been up against so far are nothing compared to what's to come. It doesn't take someone who's sailed all the seas to realize that. And if I'm gonna sail the entire world, I want a ship that's worthy."

	"Haha!" It was an unusually loud laugh from the Captain. "We're on the same page, Shipwright. When your done with those, join the rest of us. There are discussions to be had."

	"Interesting," Klank wondered. Captain Bighead hadn't called for a meeting before. As soon as he was done, Klank brought himself top deck and approached the others.

	Bighead was serious now. In his hands, he held six sheets of paper, which he began to hand out. They were wanted posters, to which Klank wondered how Bighead acquired. Klank looked at his, an angry face, yelling at whoever looked upon the poster. 320,000,000. His eyes widened, and then he smirked. He never dreamed, that as a simple shipwright, he would gain such a reputation. Sierra and Peanut both held a higher bounty, each at 380,000,000. Phin was indifferent to his 400,000,000. And Isaac smiled the same smile as his poster, for a bounty of 530,000,000. Even Sasayaki had a poster of her own, the number still higher than Klanks at 340,000,000. Klank looked to Bighead, who was standing silent while the rest talked over themselves. 

	"What about you?" Klank questioned. 

	"Don't know," he smirked slyly. "It's always fluctuating. I'm showing you these, because these bounties paint a," he paused for a moment as he shot a glance at Isaac.  "Flashy target on your heads." He gave instruction to Klank to set a course, to which the shipwright complied. "We've racked up quite powerful enemies so far, but what lies behind us is not the problem. The problem is ahead of us. Maybe not anytime soon, but eventually, we will come across Pirates and Marines alike that we are not ready to face. Make no mistake, you're all strong in some way, but not all ways. As Captain, I'm taking us out of the game temporarily."

	"What does that mean?" Sierra interrupted. 

	"We're heading for an island nearby, safe for the most part, but well hidden."

	"For what Purpose," Phin was suspicious.

	Bighead smiled his giant smile. "Training."