The past few days hit Klank like a marine vessel when he took to some makeshift shelter the Captain must have made. There was only enough room to rest, which made him wonder if Bighead intentionally planned to make everything about this island uncomfortable. Inside, pushed tightly against the branchy wall, was Klank's All-tool. A sigh of relief. Even if he had no immediate use for the thing, having it on hand put him at ease. It could fix any situation. To the left of the tent, was a small table with enough stump stools for each crew member. Another makeshift shelter was to the left of that, and other branch shacks in front of and behind the first two. Klank took a seat at the table, which held bite size bits of various foods. A single bottle of rum was centered between it all. Phin had been trailing slowly behind since the hole. Bighead ran off somewhere, probably to torture someone else. Phin approached.

	"Took you long enough," Klank joked. He offered the fishman a shot at the bottle. He waved it off and lazily grabbed some meat as he sat with a thud. The fish remained silent.

	"What's eatin ya," Klank was serious this time. He popped a cigarette immediately after a large swig. "It ain't just the injuries that's bothering ya."

	"The injuries are fine," Phin took the bottle and drank the rest of its contents. He was silent for a bit longer as he thought and ate. Klank just watched, and smoked. Nothing could bother him now. "We are not ready."

	"That's why were here," Klank exhaled.

	"It may not be enough." Phin sat straight up to stretch his back, a wince of pain showed across his face. "Did you notice anything different about The Captain?"

	Klank took a long drag and tilted his head back. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment in thought, but felt its burning rise. He blew out the smoke. "No," he choked. "Looked pretty normal to me."

	"That's my point," Phin pointed. My training these past few days has been sparring with him. 

	"And you couldn't land a single hit."

	"Don't be a fool!" Phin felt offended. "I landed plenty, problem is I did no damage. And he..." Phin showed off his bloody bandages and continued, "...fucked me up. Nothing I did broke his defenses, and the look on his face said he was toying with me. I think he was trying to shatter more than just my physical barriers. That man is more than what he appears to be, and I can't read it. And if I can't read or even touch our own Captain, how am I going to fair against those who get in our way?"

	Klank looked his companion up and down in amazement, eyes wide, cigarette dangling from his drop jaw mouth. "I think that's the most  you've ever talked."

	Phin let his head fall to his chest in shame. Bighead really did break him.

	"Don't fret, friend. Bighead won't allow us let ourselves down in the end." Klank rose from his seat. "But he won't just hold our hands." Klank was slowly realizing that truth. He wasn't sure where the confidence was coming from, but he would run with it for as long as it lasted. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna suck."