Though Klank could feel his muscles strengthening with each passing day, he could also feel aching that came with it. Bighead, impressed with Klank's perseverance, modified his training to add various workouts. Now, Phin and Klank walked through a thick forest, each carrying logs twice their size. Even Sierra, who no longer hid her presence when she observed sparring sessions, was trailing behind them. Her log was even bigger than the fishmans. Klank wondered if she was just trying to impress the two. Still, a girl her size carrying that kind of log was impressive. The shipwright struggled out a laugh when he had to twist his body to get passed a close group of trees. "This sucks," he pointed out. Everything burned. 

	"Not so bad," Phin replied. 

	The trio focused on making their way through the forest. The tree line wasn't far off now, which they knew from previous days. It took approximately one hour to walk from one edge to the other. After this workout, Bighead instructed each of them to part and continue in focus training. Phin and Sierra seemed to know what the purpose of it was, but Klank was still lost. He felt The Captain was a little less obvious with him. [i]Maybe he thinks I need a broader range or something. But why am I the only one enduring that damned hole.[/i] Klank often thought on the subject. There wasn't much else to do these past couple weeks, except think. There was sparring, but at least he began enjoying that, even if he was beaten to a pulp each time. He didn't enjoy the hole. 

	After reaching the tree line, the three of them dropped there logs. Phin was sweating and Sierra was breathing heavy. Klank popped a cigarette and lit. That must come before everything else. After his first, long drag, he finally collapsed. They all chuckled briefly, and then remained silent. Bighead approached like a rabbit, a smile spread wide across his face. He was his normal size, at least normal for the crew, and carrying his own weight. Klank slitted his eyes towards his captain when he came to an energetic halt. 

	"An entire tree?" He was sarcastic. "I think you need a bigger one."

	"Silly shipwright," Klank laughed. He flexed his muscles and said "There wasn't one! HYAHH!" He flexed harder.

	"I'm off," Phin interrupted, and walked away.

	Sierra, still breathing heavy, followed suit. She had overdone herself that she simply waved. There was no energy left in her to talk. 

	"You ready?" Bighead pointed at Klank.

	"Yea! Yea! I'm heading to the hole now."

	"Not today, my man. Today, you spar with me."

	"I just carried a big ass log through a forest." Now Klank was pissed. He shot another cigarette. "The last thing I'm gonna do today is fight you."

	"You are right about that," Bighead said with a bigger smile and the cracking of his giant knuckles. "It's gonna be the last thing you do today."

	"Fuck th..."

	Klank couldn't finish his cursing before his face met the building that was Bighead fist. For a moment, there was a bright light, and when he came back around, the shipwright was flying back through the forest. As he flew, he caught a glimpse of Bighead through the tree tops, moving at the same speed. 

	The large man's voice echoed into the forest. "BIIIGHHEEAAAADDDDD..."