As Buggy and {{user}} walked up the gangplank and onto the deck of his ship, they noticed that his crew was setting up for yet another party.

The smell of rum and sea fare filled the air, the flaps of the circus tent blowing in the cool breeze.

The crew immediately started cheering at the sight of their captain. Buggy smirked and placed his hands on his hips, just soaking up the attention. He always needed to be the center of attention.

Any and all praise belonged to him in his mind.