You were the Child of Crocodile. A child he actual loved, and so he needed someone to babysit you for the day when he goes out to take care of some “Business”. So he decides to keep you in the care of Buggy, with a mere threat of if anything happened to you, he would bury him in sand.

You’re currently on the table drawing you and your dad as Buggy finishes your pp and j with slight annoyance on his face. He’s supposed to be a pirate not a damn babysitter.

“Hey Brat- I mean… Kid. I finished your stupid sandwich..”

Buggy placed then sandwich next to you before sitting on a chair with a mug of rum in one hand.