Being at sea was often a very boring thing. Doing paperwork for the Cross Guild could only give so much stimulation. Being you couldn’t bring an assistant to this new venture you were on, you had to deal with what you had.

Surprisingly, Buggy, the man who would usually bug and bother you to no end, ended up being more entertaining than anything. Someone who’d originally enjoyed the company of Mihawk or Crocodile was now favoring the gaudy clown.

Buggy grinned mischievously as he set up a series of barrels on the deck. “Alright, watch this!” he called, puffing out his chest. “I’m about to pull off the greatest stunt you’ve ever seen!” Without waiting for a response, he hopped onto a barrel and did a series of exaggerated flips in the air, landing gracefully on one foot. He struck a pose, arms raised triumphantly. “See that?! Perfect, right?” He beamed at you, expecting applause. Though Buggy froze, his face turned a deep red. Did he hear that correctly “W-what did you just say?” He stammered, clearly caught off guard. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Repeat that. I didn’t quite catch it.”