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Klank was walking back towards Bighead and Isaac when the girl crashed into the ship. He shot a quick glance at her butt as she lied on the floor. "Hm," he whispered to himself, raising one eyebrow. At least there's something to look at, he thought. She finally stood up and he watched as she spoke her mind. He was glad someone was on his side, but that only lasted until she mentioned food and then asked where it all was. Klank rubbed his head in thought. The food supply was low as it is and taking on new members would pose a problem. They would definitely have to find another island. In the middle of thinking, Sierra pointed and seemingly challenged him. He chuckled when she called him a pain in the ass. That chuckling ended when ice formed beneath him and he lost his footing, falling to the floor. He crawled off the ice and brought himself to his feet. When he looked at the girl, she was grinning like she had won.

"I see we have a prankster," Klank called out. He flashed back to his first year on the ship with Captain Bighead and the crew he had before. The men were big on games, and though it took him a while to put himself on the same level as the others, Klank became quite the prankster himself. He was known, then, to take these types of things a little too far. He Looked to Bighead and smiled a devilish grin.

"Uh oh," Bighead laughed. "Just remember, Klank, no one damaged the ship more than you when the old crew was aboard."

"Had to teach them a lesson, Captain. Looks like she'll have to learn the same one." Klank looked Sierra in the eyes, smile gone. "All in due time." He let a few ideas run through his head before he started thinking about the food situation again.

"Captain," Klank said, suddenly. "We need to find a town to restock the ship. We've been running low for weeks and if we're gonna be taking on new crew, then we will run out in days. Won't be much of an adventure if we all starve to death."

Bighead rubbed his thick beard for a moment. "Way ahead of you, Klank." He wasn't, but Klank shoved it aside and went below deck to get accurate counts.
Even with all the working out he had undergone with Captain Bighead, Klank had no hopes of keeping up with the girl. There was simply too much resistance as the riveted wheels shredded through the water. As she created distance between the two, Klank peddled harder and harder, fighting the burning sensation building in his thighs. If he gave up the speed now, he would surely never hear the end of it. Quitting in the middle of what Bighead could view as a workout, especially one that involved legs, was one thing the man would get unnecessarily upset about. Thinking about the situation angered him.

"Damn that thing," Klank yelled. His fury towards the cursed weapon only fueled his legs more. He hit the waves with all he had. He finally caught a rhythm and smoothly flew through the air and landing on each waves backside. Gaining speed, he started to enjoy the thrill. Perhaps this was one of his more brilliant creations. "WOOO," he shouted as he leapt over Sierra and actually putting distance between them. A few more big waves and Klank would find himself back on the ship where he could lay into the new recruit about his weapon.

High in the air after his final jump, Klank spotted his target. As he was descending, he pointed to Isaac and angrily shouted, "YOU." He landed with a hard thud on the deck of the ship. The makeshift water bike remained intact, a true testament to Klanks craftsmanship. He hopped off his raft and stomped passed Bighead. " You better get in the habit of keeping that crazy weapon of yours on a shorter chain." He then looked to sasayaki and continued. "I don't need another person on this ship destroying everything, so check yourself. Got it?" For his final assault, Klank turned to his captain and considered if he should. He stopped for a brief moment before screaming "Stop recruiting CRAZY PEOPLE."

Bighead laughed loudly as he pointed to Klank. "If I didn't look for crazy then you'd still be in Logue Town." He couldn't stop his fit of joy. "Do you have any idea," he paused to catch his breath from cracking-up. "Just how insane that stunt you just pulled was? Color me impressed, Klank. Color me impressed." He circled his left hand inwards. "Come on, flex those leg muscles. You deserve it after that."

Klank stared at Bighead blankly. It was no surprise to him that his leader wouldn't be taking this seriously. Nevertheless, Bighead wouldn't allow Klank to just walk away after demanding a flex. When the captain wanted showmanship, he got showmanship whether someone liked it or not. He pulled up his shorts only slightly and assumed a not so enthusiastic pose. "Flex," he said softly and annoyed. His calf and thigh muscles rippled into a chiseled form.

Still laughing, Bighead pointed at Isaac. "That's just one of the many things you can look forward to on this crew, my boy. With proper leg days, as you just witnessed, you can accomplish anything."

"Whatever," Klank said as he grabbed his bike. He rolled it over to the back of the ship to a safe spot away from Bighead. There was no way he was giving that up.

you can post your arch enemy anytime you want. still gotta work on mine
"What the..." Klank yelled as he ran closer to the water when Captain Bighead leaped into the air towards the ship. Unlike his captains abilities, Klank would have to put in some work. He thought for a moment, but it had to be quick. With every moment he wasted on thinking, the ship sailed further away. A cigarette suddenly appeared in his mouth and he grabbed a match to light it. He took a long drag to calm his nerves as he turned to the girl who apparently had some kind of ice powers.

"This," he said as he pointed towards the ship. "This is the kinda crap you're gonna deal with." In the next instant, a number of nails popped into Klanks hand. He took his multi-tool in the other. Now was the time to kick his talents into gear if he was going to make it. Multiple boards were suddenly spread out on the ground in front of him. With the speed of a Logue Town shipwright, Klank began working like a madman. Wood chips and saw dust flew into the air creating a mess of a cloud that surrounded him. Every few seconds his hammer pierced the bubble before whipping back inside. "I'll be damned if I get stuck on this island alone," he yelled, still inside the mess. At one moment his head popped out and he yelled to the ship. "YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET ON THAT SHIP," he directed at the living weapon. More comments and obscenities would be shouted as he worked.

After hammering and sawing away, and the dust finally settled, the smoking man stood next to a contraption he had never built. He looked back to the raft the former stranded pirate had built. He mocked the shoddy craftsmanship. He then said "Yea, I'll be damned."

He took one last drag before turning to the girl again. Squinting his eyes, Klank observed her and then faced the escaping ship. "You say you want to be the strongest?" He duplicated another cigarette and lit it before pushing his raft into the water and hopping on. It resembled a bicycle, the wheels made with large rivets to push water through. beneath his flat seat, and handles was a wooden gear system that connected it all. On either side of him were little boards that would help balance the bike as it crossed over waves. He took another drag. "The Captain can do that, for sure. But I hope you're prepared for a huge pain in the ass."

Without more hesitation, Klank started peddling. Fear struck him for a moment, knowing that if anything went wrong then it would be his last mistake and even in shallow waters, he would sink and die. Once he was sure the bike was working as intended, he was overwhelmed with excitement and began riding the waves with ease. He pushed his legs into overdrive, intent on reaching the ship fast and handing the kusarigama's ass to her on a platter.
As Klank approached the broken raft, he thought to himself if the lone man actually believed it would get him anywhere. Even in shambles, it was obvious where his failures in creating his escape had appeared. Bindings in all the wrong places, not enough security in those spots, and a few more important parts to keeping a raft together. He seemed excited, though, as Bighead conversed. He promised adventure and enemies and Klank couldn't help but think even more damage to the ship he worked so hard to maintain. That worry was confirmed by what seemed to be the somehow hot-headed attitude of the guys weapon. It was alive and apparently in fighting shape. Bighead was not phased and toyed with the weapon.

"It's leg leg day," he said. Suddenly, a bolt of destruction crackled down and had its way with the mans raft. He flinched as it happened.

"Well," he whispered to himself. "No fixing that." He observed the ship again just to make sure. He considered whipping out his multi-tool and the board on his back. It would have been pointless, however. Starting a brand new raft was the only way to help this man. That seemed pointless as well, as the captain had already been so intrigued. The man didn't even get a proper test, probably for the better though. Bigheads test always steered people away. As soon as staying on the ship was mentioned, another bolt of lightning struck, this time on the ship. He sighed at the thought of what the weapon yelled out amidst its attack on the captain. Curse.

Out of nowhere, someone fell from the ship and turned into a bulb of ice. The person approached and Bighead was quick to get excited and already welcome her as a part of the crew. "What the hell is going on today," Klank thought. He was only slightly more than slightly baffled by today's events. Sailing with Bighead was a constant adventure and for a moment, he was interested in what these two might have to offer. The woman seemed defensive and with a wild imagination. Klank went with it, knowing full well the Bighead pirates could not remain two forever if they were to brave and survive the grand line. Not that braving it posed a problem.

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.
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