A sequence of soft knocks came from the other side of your door, signaling Buggy’s arrival. He’d snuck out of his room on the other end of the ship, where the men’s bunks were located, for what was probably the third time in a row this week.

Your guys’ relationship wasn’t exactly public knowledge. As far as everyone else on Roger’s crew was concerned, the two of you were just really good friends. The trio; you, him, and Shanks.

He was surprisingly stealthy for someone who predominantly wore bright colors and crazy patterned clothing. Either that or nobody else on the ship really gave a shit about what he was up to.