The remainder of the trip en route to the island was uneventful. Everyone seemed to unintentionally stick to themselves, and any conversations to be had were brief. Klank wasn't stricken with the same self-judgement as everyone else seemed, mostly because he had this ship to focus on. He thought about the operation that almost destroyed it and was going over the blueprints of his dream ship. How could he change certain things to allow it to withstand such brutal maneuvers. In time, and with more situations to experiment, Klank was sure he would figure it out. The crew docked, and with barely any time to really admire the environment, Bighead lead everyone to their destinations. Klank walked beside Bighead until an open area presented itself. Bighead motioned for him to stop as he kept going. Suddenly, the Captains hand grew to the size of a large boulder. Raising his fist, Bighead let out a shallow grunt, and punched the ground. After the initial shockwave, Klank approached and looked down into the crater. "Whoa!" Klank gasped. "I hope you don't expect me to do that." "This part of your training doesn't require physical work," to which Bighead motioned for Klank to enter. "Sit." The demand was harsh. "So what the hell is this?" Klank sounded irritated and produced a cigarette. It disappeared immediately, and so did the one from in his headband. Bighead was holding both of them. "What the f..." "You lack patience," Bighead stated matter of factly. "And these aren't helping." "They help just fine you crazy bastard." "You're too restless, too angry. Hand over all your tools." Klank stared at Bighead for a long moment, thinking hard about what was said on the ship. He complied. "So what am I supposed to do?" "You're gonna sit here, in this hole, until I come and get you." "And that'll be?" "Dunno!" The Captain smiled. "But do your best to stay calm." "And what if I decide I'm gonna leave this little crater of yours?" With the most serious look Klank had seen yet, Bighead struck with a, "You won't."