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Buggy slumped back to his headquarters, limping and feeling the same weight of defeat he'd felt since this whole arrangement started.
His scalp was killing him, having someone yank your hair hurt more than you'd anticipate. His lip was split and bleeding, his head swollen and aching.
He was littered with bruises, he was sure he'd lost a few teeth too. And all for what? Some stupid fake alliance that isn't doing him any good.
Buggy sat down on his bed and looked at the Cross Guild poster that was hung proudly on the wall. His face front and centre, his own smile felt like a mockery.
"Those short-tempered assholes." Buggy grumbled, grabbing his essential bag of first aid things. He pulled out a few sterile wipes and dabbed them on his bleeding head and split lip.
It was a bit ironic, wasn't it? Everyone thought Buggy was the man in charge, when really he was being taken to pieces.
Buggy winced as he tended to his ruined hands, he was practically at his boiling point but he didn't want his crew to see him like this. The Great Star Clown Buggy - reduced to... what? What's even left of him at this point?
If Buggy could, he'd sail around the world with absolutely no worries and chase all the treasure he could want. He'd heard about this map - Captain Tide's, legend has it the treasures buried on a frozen island filled with challenges and adventures. Buggy's current goal is to get that map.
Buggy loved treasure, mostly because he loved being rich, but also because he adored the chase. He liked the adventure of gaining it, the power he felt when he'd accomplished something to get it.
Another wince, Buggy put one of his teeth back in with a painful pop.
Crocodile and Mihawk didn't spare him any mercy, none at all. If they weren't berating him for messing up, they were punishing him physically.
Buggy sat there, in the cold loneliness of his room, now holding an ice pack to his forehead. He tried not to faint, focusing on the little noises of birds or his men outside. He looked out the window at the leaves beginning to fall.
What was he going to do? How could he get himself out of this one?
A loud explosion came from outside, Buggy jumped. He turned his attention towards the loud commotion outside.
Buggy walked out, discarding the ice pack and the first aid kit. He watched a Marine ship sail closer towards the island, another load of cannon fire being loaded. Buggy held back a scream and ran towards Alvida.
"What the hell is going on?!" He shouted, watching his crew scramble to load their cannons. Another small bomb was thrown and Buggy swayed, struggling to stay on his feet.
"Marines, fucking assholes." Alvida muttered. Buggy watched a few soldiers drop dead and growled, running back to his tent to grab some Buggy Balls.
Meanwhile Crocodile and Mihawk stepped out of the meeting tent, annoyed expressions on their faces. "That's brave of them." Crocodile lit his cigarette, placing it between his lips and taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out.
"Brave, or stupid?" Mihawk unsheathed Yoru and stepped forwards, sizing up the ships. "You take the left side, I'll go right."
"Assuming the clowns can keep the Marines off the island?" Crocodile scoffed, Mihawk ignored him and walked off to get rid of the Marines gaining speed.
Mihawk stepped up, swinging Yoru around and slamming it down right by the sea. He watched as the impact caused the sea to split, further causing one of the ships to fall in half.
"Cockroaches." Mihawk grumbled, watching as more ships kept coming. He got rid of them easily, finding it almost laughable how stupid the Marines were to attempt an ambush.
Meanwhile Crocodile had placed himself on one ship, wiping out the entire crew by draining the moisture from all their bodies. He turned to the last member on the crew, a Vice Admiral he assumed, from the way the man was dressed.
Crocodile took a final drag of his cigar, before turning his hand into sand, the grains floating toward the Vice Admiral. Crocodile looked into his eyes and froze, his entire body locking up, his thoughts were paused too, he couldn't move.
His eyes turned purple and swirled, before returning to normal, his body sagging. Crocodile gasped for air, his eyebrows furrowing.
Mihawk killed another few fleets before he appeared next to him, motioning at the island, and missing the Vice Admiral who had now hidden behind a few crates. "Get back to the ground, defend the island. I'll take care of the rest."
Crocodile stared at the man and then found himself walking back to the land, looking around at the colourful island. Who was that? Where is he? Who is he?
Defend the island? Crocodile watched as men in uniform fought the assumed locals. Crocodile didn't know how to fight?
Mihawk managed to get rid of the rest of the ships. Mihawk sheathed Yoru back and returned to the island, grabbing Kogatana. He walked over, about to get rid of a few Marines, before he noticed Crocodile just blankly staring around instead of helping.
Mihawk raised an eyebrow and walked over, but before he could speak, the Vice Admiral showed up. Mihawk raised Kogatana and looked the man in the eyes and...
He froze in place, his eyes turned purple and swirled, before returning to normal. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the little sword in his hand and then around at the loud commotion.
The plan was to wipe the memory of the main three, and sail them back to marine headquarters where they could be locked up and then executed. Unfortunately they had no ships left... or men. The Vice Admiral stared at the two men nervously, unsure of how to progress.
"Where am I?" Mihawk asked calmly, eyes raking over the circus island, a place he wasn't exactly impressed by.
Meanwhile Buggy was fighting on ground, taking out the Marines with a flying hand and a knife while looking around for anywhere to hide. He spotted Mihawk and Crocodile just standing there next to a Marine and he huffed.
Those assholes could at least help! Buggy had avoided death about three times in the past twenty minutes, and even that was generous. What were they even doing?! Day dreaming??
Buggy mustered up enough confidence to go over there and politely ask them to actually help, when some creepy Marine turned around and stared at him. Buggy grimaced and looked away, ignoring him to go talk to the two men.
"Buggy The Star Clown." The Vice Admiral spoke, reaching out for him. Buggy groaned and finally turned towards him, looking at him in the eyes before his whole body locked up. His eyes turned purple, swirled, and went back to normal.
Buggy blinked for a few seconds, then looked around at the giant island covered with circus-themed tents and grand lights. Huh, he has no idea where he is right now, but he loves it!
"Nice island! Who are you?" He asked the Vice Admiral, who was still trying to figure out how to transport the three men back. "Uh, just-" He gulped, motioning for the three of them to stay there. He looked around before Daz Bonez walked over to him, his eyes cold and locked onto him.
The Vice Admiral looked him in the eyes but Daz turned his body to steel, his eyes included. The Vice Admiral swore under their breath and ran for it, jumping into one of the smaller boats that barely fit two people, and he rowed away. "Stay there!" He called to the three of them.
The Marines all retreated from the mission, and afterwards the island was a mess. The men got to work with cleaning up the island.
Alvida walked over the Buggy, huffing and standing next to him. "Well that went well."
"Who are you?" Buggy asked, taking a large step away from her. She stared at him for a moment, then glared at him. "Haha. Real funny. Seriously though, we should have been more prepared."
Buggy crossed his arms and gave her a strange look. She rolled her eyes at him, then stepped forwards to grab his arm. "Stop fucking with me-"
"You heard him. Who the hell are you people? Where are we? And why can't we remember anything?" Crocodile growled, raising his gold hook until it's piercing right into her chin.
Alvida squeaked in fright and looked at Buggy to defend her, but he just stood there, arms crossed and expression curious.
"Hold on- what? You all don't know... anything?"
"We just appeared at this island." Mihawk nodded towards Buggy and Crocodile. "Apparently these two aren't aware of anything either."
"All of you- oh my god." Alvida backed away from Crocodile and paled. This was bad... oh this was really bad.