—Third Person POV—
—Marine Headquarters, at the same time Strawhats are entering the Grand Line—
"BOOHOOO! BOOHOOO!!!"
The Den Den Mushi's cry pierced the steady hum of Marine Headquarters like a blade through silk. Commander Week lifted his tired face from a stack of requisition forms, the sound cutting through his afternoon routine with irresistible annoyance.
Coffee was left to grow cold in his mug as the snail's eyes bulged wide, its loud crying echoing off the wide hall of the communications center.
Week's chair scraped against polished floors as he pushed back from his desk. Around him, junior officers paused their shuffling of papers and whispered conversations, attention drawn to the urgent tone that spoke of more than routine reports.
The snail's cry carried weight—the kind that preceded sleepless nights and emergency deployments.
"Marine Headquarters, Commander Week speaking." Week answered, his voice carried the authority of years in service, crisp consonants cutting through static.
The Den Den Mushi's features shifted, mimicking the distant caller's expression of barely controlled panic.
"Commander Week, sir! This is Lieutenant Commander Hoisha, identification number 04729, East Blue Loguetown Marine Base." The voice crackled with interference and something else—fear, tightly leashed but present.
"Sir, I need to report a major emergency and request immediate support."
Week's grip tightened on the handset. Loguetown—the gateway to the Grand Line, one of their most strategically important positions in the East Blue.
His free hand moved instinctively toward the emergency protocols file, fingers drumming against worn leather.
"Lieutenant Commander, provide details of the situation. What's the nature of your emergency?"
Static filled the line for heartbeats that stretched for hours. When Hoisha's voice returned, it carried the hollow tone of a man reporting casualties after battle.
"Sir, our base has sustained catastrophic damage. We have approximately fifty percent of our forces injured or incapacitated. We've lost eight ships out of our twelve-vessel fleet." The Lieutenant Commander's voice caught, professional composure cracking.
"All base defense installations are destroyed or non-functional. Our entire operational fund has been stolen, along with all Devil Fruit detaining equipment, resulting in the escape of dangerous captured pirates."
CRASH!
Week's coffee mug hit the floor with a sharp crack, brown liquid spreading across white marble. Around the communications center, conversations died. Junior officers froze mid-motion, forms forgotten in hands that had begun to shake.
"Add-Additionally, sir," Hoisha continued, each word dropping like stones into still water even through his apparent hesitation, "Mo-most of our commanding staff are critically injured. Captain Smoker suffered severe injuries but has regained consciousness. He's currently preparing to pursue the perpetrators despite medical orders to remain in treatment."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Week stared at the Den Den Mushi's shifting features, his mind struggling to process the scope of destruction described.
Loguetown wasn't some remote outpost—it was a fortress, heavily defended, staffed by experienced personnel under one of the Marine Headquarters' most capable captains—Smoker, the White Hunter, a Logia power user.
Commodore Brannew materialized beside Week's desk, his tall frame casting shadows across scattered papers.
Other officers gravitated toward the communications desks like iron filings drawn to a magnet, faces etched with growing alarm. The atmosphere grew thick with tension as the implications sank in.
"Give me that." Brannew's voice cut through the stunned silence as he extended a hand toward the Den Den Mushi.
Week passed the handset without argument, grateful to transfer responsibility for this developing crisis to someone with higher clearance.
"Lieutenant Commander Hoisha, this is Commodore Brannew, taking over this communication." His tone carried military discipline sharpened by years of handling emergencies.
"Before we proceed, Captain Smoker is a Logia user. How were the perpetrators able to inflict injuries on him? This is crucial intelligence."
Static crackled across the line before Hoisha's voice returned, carrying a note of grim realization.
"Sir, according to the medical report, the injuries are consistent with Seastone weaponry. Most likely weaponized from our stock of Seastone equipment that was stolen before the battle."
The implications hit Brannew like a physical blow. Around the room, officers who had been listening exchanged sharp glances. Someone cursed under their breath.
"They used our own Seastone?" Brannew's voice carried disbelief and growing concern. "They stole it and used it against us."
"Yes, sir. The medical team confirmed Seastone effect. It appears the theft wasn't random—they specifically targeted our Devil Fruit suppression equipment first, then used it strategically against Captain Smoker."
Commodore Brannew felt the tactical implications crystallizing into something far more dangerous than a simple pirate raid.
Around him, officers began pulling different files—intelligence reports on crews with strategic capabilities, profiles of criminals who demonstrated tactical planning rather than brute force approaches.
"This wasn't a raid," Week muttered, voicing what others were beginning to realize. "This was a calculated assault."
"Most likely," Brannew responded, his mind racing through the implications.
"Lieutenant Commander, I need specific details about the perpetrator. How many ships? What was their estimated crew size?"
The response came immediately, as if Hoisha had been dreading this question.
"Sir…it was…one pirate crew."
The words hit the room like a physical blow. Officers exchanged glances laden with disbelief.
"Impossible," someone whispered from the back of the room.
"East Blue doesn't have crews of that caliber," another voice added.
"One crew?" Brannew's voice remained level, but his knuckles whitened around the handset. "Lieutenant Commander, are you certain of this intelligence? A single pirate crew caused this level of destruction?"
"Confirmed, sir. One crew, operating from a single vessel."
Whispered conversations erupted around the room. Officers pulled files from cabinets with sharp metallic sounds, papers rustling as they searched for intelligence on East Blue pirate activities. The peaceful eastern ocean wasn't supposed to harbor crews capable of such devastation. Most pirates there barely warranted bounties above ten million berries.
Hands flipped through photographs of known pirate crews operating in East Blue waters—the Buggy Pirates, the Arlong Pirates, the Krieg Armada. Each file represented years of careful intelligence gathering and tactical assessment.
"How did that happen?" Week muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
"Where did such a powerful crew emerge in the East Blue?" The question came from somewhere behind Brannew, voiced by an officer whose usual confidence had evaporated. "The eastern waters are supposed to be the calmest of the four Blues."
"Don Krieg's fleet is destroyed. Arlong's crew was eliminated. The only ones who are left are the Buggy pirates."
Brannew raised his free hand, demanding silence. His eyes remained fixed on the Den Den Mushi, waiting for the answer that would reshape their understanding of current threats.
"Lieutenant Commander, identify the crew responsible."
Another pause, longer this time. When Hoisha's voice returned, it carried the weight of a man delivering news that would trigger alarms.
"Sir, it was the Straw Hat Pirates!"
The name detonated through the room like a depth charge. Chairs scraped as officers lunged for filing cabinets. Papers flew as someone yanked out intelligence folders with excessive force.
The Straw Hat Pirates—a name that had recently appeared on their radar with a surprisingly high initial bounty for East Blue rookies.
"Straw Hat Luffy," someone called out, voice rising above the chaos. "Thirty million Berris bounty issued just days ago."
"Here's the file!" Another officer slammed a folder onto the nearest desk, contents spilling across polished wood. "Monkey D. Luffy, rubber powers from the Gomu-Gomu no Mi. Known associates include Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro and an unknown cook named Sanji."
Brannew's eyes scanned the scattered intelligence reports, mind calculating threat assessments and response protocols.
A crew with a thirty-million Berri captain shouldn't possess the capability for this level of destruction. Something had changed, some variable that their intelligence network had missed.
"Lieutenant Commander," Brannew's voice cut through the background chaos, "provide details on current crew composition. Did they recruit an additional number of members since our last intelligence update?"
"No-No sir, just one significant addition. Dead-Eyes Hikigaya has joined their crew."
The room went silent again, but this time the silence carried a different weight. Recognition flickered across faces as officers processed the name. Someone cursed under their breath. Papers rustled as hands reached for different files, older reports that painted a very different picture.
"Pull the file of that Hikigaya," Brannew ordered, his voice tight with growing concern.
"Here!" A junior officer dragged a thick folder from a different cabinet, its contents significantly more substantial than the Straw Hat Pirates' slim intelligence summary.
"Hikigaya Hachiman, also known as 'Dead-Eyes' and 'The Sorcerer of the East Blue.'"
The officer began reading aloud, his voice carrying across the now-silent room.
"Active treasure hunter with an extremely high public profile throughout the East Blue. Numerous documented philanthropic activities, including large-scale disaster relief and infrastructure development. Considered by many civilians to be a hero figure."
"Known for his strange swordsmanship and several unusual abilities believed to result from highly skilled Devil Fruit ability application, though the specific fruit has never been identified. Has single-handedly defeated multiple pirate crews, often with minimal collateral damage to surrounding areas."
Murmurs arose around the room as officers processed this information. Several voices joined the discussion, adding fragments of remembered reports and second-hand accounts.
"I've seen his name in dozens of reports over the past two years," someone said from the back of the room. "Always helping villages, always fighting pirates."
"A report from Cocoyasi Village last week," another officer added, shuffling through papers. "Massive charitable foundation established after the Arlong Pirates were defeated. His name was all over those documents."
"Dozens of successful treasure hunting expeditions, with profits consistently donated to local communities," a third voice contributed. "The man's practically a folk hero in some regions."
Commodore Brannew absorbed this information while his eyes remained fixed on the intelligence summary.
A hero of the East Blue joining a pirate crew—it represented either a massive intelligence failure or something more troubling about the nature of the crew itself, especially their Captain.
"Heh, what hero. In the end, he still became a pirate like the rest," someone muttered from near the filing cabinets. "Should have expected it. They always show their true colors eventually."
Several officers nodded in agreement, their expressions hardening. The disappointment was palpable—another hero fallen to the lure of piracy and easy wealth.
But Brannew's attention remained focused on tactical implications rather than moral judgments.
"Lieutenant Commander Hoisha," Brannew's voice carried new urgency, "what is the current location of the Straw Hat Pirates?"
"Sir, they departed Loguetown approximately six hours ago. Course set for Reverse Mountain based on harbor reports and witness statements."
'Six hours.'
Brannew's mind raced through naval positioning and response times. The Grand Line's entrance represented the most dangerous escalation possible—a crew of this apparent capability entering those waters would become exponentially more difficult to apprehend.
"Understood, Lieutenant Commander. We'll coordinate with nearby Marine bases to provide immediate reinforcements for Loguetown, and I will need a comprehensive report of the incident in half an hour." His voice carried command authority that brooked no argument.
"Also, pass orders to Captain Smoker that he is to remain at base until support arrives. That's a direct order from Headquarters."
"Sir, I'll relay the message, but Captain Smoker has already—"
"That's an order, Lieutenant Commander. Make it clear."
Static filled the line for a moment, and when Hoisha's voice returned, it carried a hesitant, almost fearful quality that made Brannew pause.
"Sir... there's... there's one more thing I need to report." The Lieutenant Commander's voice wavered with obvious reluctance. "During the attack, several of our soldiers reported sighting... they claimed to have seen Revolutionary Army leader Dragon in Loguetown."
The effect was instantaneous and devastating.
The communications center erupted into chaos. Chairs crashed to the floor as officers shot to their feet. Someone's coffee mug shattered against marble. Voices rose in shocked exclamations and urgent whispers as the implications hit like a tsunami.
"DRAGON?!" The name tore from multiple throats simultaneously.
"The most wanted man in the world—"
"Revolutionary Army involvement—"
"This changes everything—"
"SILENCE!" Brannew's roar cut through the pandemonium like a blade. The room fell into immediate, tense quiet, every eye fixed on the Den Den Mushi with expressions ranging from shock to terror.
"Lieutenant Commander Hoisha," Brannew's voice carried deadly calm authority, but underneath lurked barely contained fury.
"Why in the hell are you reporting this NOW?! This should have been the FIRST thing out of your mouth!! Did the Revolutionary Army assist in the attack?"
The Den Den Mushi's features shifted to mirror Hoisha's obvious panic.
"N-No, sir! There was no indication of assistance or cooperation. The soldiers only reported seeing the individual. No direct interaction with the Straw Hat Pirates was observed. I... I thought it might have been mistaken identity under combat stress, sir. I needed to verify—"
"VERIFY?!" Brannew's voice exploded across the room. "You don't verify sightings of the world's most wanted revolutionary! You report them IMMEDIATELY!"
"Y-Yes, sir, I understand, sir—"
"This takes absolute priority over everything else," Brannew declared, his voice carrying the weight of a man reshaping global threat assessments in real time.
"The presence of Dragon changes the entire scope of this situation. You will remain at base until massive reinforcement arrives. No pursuit, no movement, nothing. Am I clear?"
"Crystal clear, sir—"
The connection suddenly dissolved into static, then died completely. The Den Den Mushi's eyes rolled back as the communication link severed.
Brannew stared at the silent snail for a heartbeat before spinning toward his subordinates, his expression transformed by the magnitude of what they now faced.
"Change of priorities, NOW!" His voice cut across the stunned communications center. "I need every available Marine unit from surrounding East Blue bases mobilized to Loguetown immediately. Contact Headquarters regional command—this is now a Revolutionary Army investigation."
Officers scrambled into action with renewed desperation. Den Den Mushi connections began establishing across the room as emergency protocols shifted from pirate pursuit to counter-revolutionary operations.
"Sir," a nervous voice called out, "what about the Straw Hat Pirates? They're still heading for the Grand Line—"
"The pirates are secondary now," Brannew's voice carried grim finality. "Dragon's presence in Loguetown is a threat to World Government stability itself. Everything else can wait."
Brannew placed the handset back on its cradle with deliberate force. Around him, the communications center buzzed with barely contained energy as officers waited for instructions.
The scope of this crisis was becoming clear, and standard protocols seemed inadequate.
"Alert the Fleet Admiral immediately," Brannew commanded, his voice cutting through the background noise. "Full briefing on the Loguetown incident and current threat assessment."
"I need complete intelligence summaries prepared immediately," Brannew continued, his attention turning to the scattered files around the room.
"Dead-Eyes Hikigaya, Pirate Hunter Zoro, and this Sanji character—everything we have for initial bounty assessments, and the bounty update for their captain."
Papers rustled as officers compiled the requested information. Someone began calculating threat levels based on confirmed capabilities and estimated crew dynamics.
The systematic approach helped counteract the chaos of emergency response.
"Sir," a nervous voice called from across the room, "regarding the Straw Hat Pirates' bounty updates—Straw Hat Luffy's thirty million Berri bounty was just issued a few days ago. Is it appropriate to authorize an increase so soon, especially given the... current priority shift?"
Brannew turned toward the questioner, his expression carrying the weight of strategic assessment and growing concern. The question highlighted the complex nature of their situation—Dragon's presence had shifted priorities, but the pirates' demonstrated capabilities couldn't be ignored.
Around the room, conversations paused as officers waited for his response. The tension between immediate revolutionary threats and long-term pirate dangers was palpable.
"The Straw Hat Pirates demonstrated tactical sophistication and capabilities far exceeding our initial threat assessment," Brannew's voice carried calculated precision, even as his mind remained partially focused on the Dragon situation.
"They specifically targeted our Seastone equipment to neutralize our Logia users, then effectively dismantled one of our most important East Blue installations. The addition of Dead-Eyes Hikigaya represents a force multiplication we didn't account for in our original evaluation."
He paused, surveying the room full of attentive faces. The weight of command pressed down on his shoulders as multiple tactical implications crystallized simultaneously.
"Under normal circumstances, we'd be looking at multiple potential supernova-class threats entering the Grand Line. Their capabilities alone would warrant immediate escalation." His voice carried new urgency.
"However, given Dragon's presence at the scene, we must consider whether these pirates represent an independent threat or something connected to Revolutionary Army interests."
The room absorbed this dual assessment in stunned silence.
Supernova classification was reserved for the most dangerous rookie pirates—crews whose initial impact suggested they might eventually challenge the established order of the seas. Such threats typically emerged from the Grand Line itself, not the supposedly peaceful East Blue.
But the potential connection to the Revolutionary Army added an entirely different dimension of danger.
"For immediate response," Brannew continued, his voice carrying the authority of rapid tactical adjustment, "Dragon's presence takes absolute priority. However, we cannot ignore what these pirates have demonstrated. Their bounty assessments will continue in parallel to our Revolutionary Army investigation."
Around the communications center, officers began implementing a complex dual-priority emergency response.
Papers flew as intelligence summaries were compiled and transmitted, though the focus had dramatically shifted from pirate assessment to revolutionary threat analysis.
Revolutionary Army files began appearing on desks as officers worked to understand the implications of Dragon's presence.
However, bounty calculations for the Straw Hat Pirates continued in parallel—their demonstrated capabilities still represented a significant threat that couldn't be ignored entirely.
Commodore Brannew stood at the center of this organized chaos, watching as his orders translated into action across multiple departments. His mind raced between two unprecedented threats: a crew of rookies who had devastated Loguetown with tactical precision, and the world's most wanted revolutionary appearing at the scene.
While Dragon's presence had shifted immediate priorities, the Straw Hat Pirates had still entered the Grand Line with capabilities that challenged fundamental assumptions about rookie pirate crews.
The strategic use of Seastone, the addition of the renowned Dead-Eyes Hikigaya, and their successful assault on a fortress-class Marine base painted a picture of threats that would only grow more dangerous in Grand Line waters.
But for now, all of that was secondary to a more terrifying possibility—Revolutionary Army interest in these particular pirates.
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Back at Loguetown Marine Base...
"Captain Smoker, you absolutely cannot leave in this condition!" The doctor's voice carried desperate pleading as he tried to block the path of his most stubborn patient.
"Your injuries are severe! You need at least two weeks of recovery before—"
"Get out of my way." Captain Smoker's gravelly voice cut through the medical bay like a blade. Despite the heavy bandages wrapped around his torso and the obvious pain with each movement, the White Hunter pushed past the protesting doctor with grim determination.
Smoke leaked from his body in agitated wisps, a clear sign of his barely controlled fury. Each step toward the harbor sent visible pain across his face, but his expression remained set in stone.
"Sir, please!" Another medic rushed forward with a clipboard full of treatment protocols. "The Seastone bullet has weakened your vitals significantly. You're in no condition to pursue anyone, let alone pirates of that caliber!"
Smoker paused only long enough to fix the man with a glare that could have frozen fire.
"I can recover during the few days at sea," he growled, continuing his painful march toward the docks. "Right now, the priority is chasing those Straw Hat runts before they get too far ahead."
The medical staff followed in a concerned parade, clutching charts and medical supplies while pleading with their patient to see reason.
But anyone who knew Captain Smoker understood that reasoning with him when his pride had been wounded was like trying to negotiate with a natural disaster.
"Captain Smoker!" Lieutenant Commander Hoisha's voice called from across the harbor as he ran toward the injured Marine with urgent papers clutched in his hands. "Sir, I have direct orders from Marine Headquarters!"
Smoker didn't slow his approach to where his ship was being hastily prepared for departure by his loyal crew members. Several sailors cast worried glances at their Captain's condition but knew better than to voice their concerns.
"Captain," Hoisha panted as he caught up, "Commodore Brannew ordered you to remain at base until reinforcements arrive. This is a direct command from Headquarters—"
"TELL HEADQUARTERS NOT TO FU*K ME AROUND!!!!!!" Smoker's roar echoed across the harbor, causing nearby Marines to flinch. Smoke erupted from his body in thick, angry clouds despite the obvious pain the effort caused him.
"I will NOT let those Straw Hat pirates get away with what they did to my men!" His voice carried the weight of personal vendetta mixed with professional pride.
"They humiliated my entire base, shot me, stole my weapon, and even took my damn bike!"
The mention of his beloved motorbike—a personally customized vehicle he'd used for years of patrol work—seemed to anger him almost as much as his injuries. His fists clenched, causing more smoke to pour from his knuckles.
"Sir, the orders are very specific—"
"I Don't Care If They're Signed By The Fleet Admiral Himself!!!!" Smoker snarled, turning his full attention to the trembling Lieutenant Commander.
"Those pirates made this personal when they turned my own equipment against me and my men. No one escapes from Captain Smoker!!!"
"Captain Smoker!" A familiar voice called from the side, cutting through the tension with quiet determination.
Ensign Tashigi approached with her sword in her hand and a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her expression carrying the same resolute fury that burned in her captain's eyes.
Her normally pristine jacket showed signs of the recent battle, and her glasses reflected the harbor lights as she stopped beside the two men.
"May I request permission to accompany you in pursuing the Straw Hat Pirates?" Her voice carried formal military discipline, but underneath lay personal motivation that matched Smoker's own anger.
"I want to pursue Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro and Dead-Eyes Hikigaya! And make them pay for what they did!!"
Smoker studied his subordinate for a moment, recognizing the fire in her eyes.
Both Zoro and Hikigaya were swordsmen who had undoubtedly caught Tashigi's attention, and her skills would be valuable in the pursuit.
"Fine," he growled, turning back toward his ship. "Get aboard. We're leaving now before Headquarters sends more yapping."
As the two Marines boarded the vessel, Lieutenant Commander Hoisha stood on the dock with his undelivered orders, watching helplessly as Captain Smoker's ship began preparing for immediate departure in direct violation of explicit commands from Marine Headquarters.
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Meanwhile, aboard a hastily repaired pirate ship fleeing away from Loguetown waters...
"Bahahaha! What a flashy escape!" Captain Buggy's distinctive laugh echoed across the deck as his crew worked frantically to put distance between themselves and the chaos they'd left behind.
"Those Marines were so busy with their emergencies that they forgot all about us!"
The Buggy Pirates' ship cut through East Blue waters with desperate speed, sails full and crew members still glancing nervously back toward Loguetown across the storm.
They had barely managed to slip their bonds and escape during the confusion that followed the Straw Hat Pirates' REALLY flashy escape.
"Buggy," Iron Mace Alvida approached with her usual confident stride, though even she seemed somewhat rattled by their narrow escape, "we were lucky they didn't use Anti Devil Fruit Users restraints on us like they thought."
"Lucky? LUCKY?!" Buggy's voice rose to its familiar shriek. "It wasn't luck, it was because they underestimated the great Captain Buggy-sama! They thought regular shackles could hold someone of my caliber!"
Several crew members exchanged glances but wisely remained silent. They all remembered how terrified their captain had been when Smoker first captured them, but no one was brave enough to mention it now.
"So, Buggy," Alvida continued, adjusting her iron mace against her shoulder, "what's our next move? We barely escaped with our ship intact, and after what those Straw Hats did to the Marines..." She gestured toward the distant Loguetown.
"Maybe we should lay low for a while?"
The crew murmured in agreement, their faces showing exhaustion from their harrowing escape and concern about attracting more Marine attention after witnessing the devastating response to the Straw Hat Pirates' assault.
Captain Buggy stood at the ship's bow, his red nose prominent against the raining sky as he stared toward the horizon. When he turned back to his crew, his expression carried uncharacteristic determination mixed with his usual theatrical flair.
"We're going to the Grand Line."
The statement hit the deck like a bomb. Crew members stopped their work, some dropping ropes and tools in shock. The silence stretched for several heartbeats before voices erupted in surprised exclamations.
"The Grand Line?!"
"Captain, are you sure that's wise?"
"After what we just witnessed—"
"But Captain," one brave crew member ventured, "is that really okay? I mean, we just saw what happened when one capable Marine Headquarters Captain was using his power. The Marines over there are crazy!"
Buggy's grin widened, taking on the manic quality that his crew had learned to fear and respect in equal measure.
"Of course it's okay! We're ready now!" His voice carried conviction that surprised even himself.
"I've been preparing for this moment, gathering crew, building power, waiting for the right time!"
He gestured dramatically toward the distant horizon where the Grand Line waited beyond Reverse Mountain.
"Besides," his voice dropped to a more dangerous tone, his eyes gleaming with determination and wounded pride,
"I can't let that Straw Hat brat and Dead-Eyes get away with ruining my moment like that! They stole my spotlight, destroyed my plans, and made me look like a fool!"
The crew watched their captain with growing recognition. This wasn't just bravado—Buggy was genuinely angry about being upstaged by the Straw Hat Pirates during what should have been his own dramatic escape.
"I had everything planned perfectly," Buggy continued, his voice rising again, "and then those flashy bastards had to go and make the second biggest scene in Loguetown history right after my capture! The Marines don't even remember we exist anymore!"
Alvida nodded slowly, understanding dawning on her face. "So this is about revenge?"
"Revenge, pride, and destiny!" Buggy declared, throwing his arms wide. "The Grand Line has been waiting for the great Captain Buggy-sama's return!"
He paused, his expression becoming momentarily wistful before hardening back into determination.
"Hwahaha! Oh, how I missed you! Grand Line!"
The crew absorbed this declaration with a mixture of terror and excitement. Their captain's confidence was infectious, even if his plans had a tendency to go spectacularly wrong.
"Set course for Reverse Mountain!" Buggy commanded, his voice carrying across the water with theatrical flair.
"The Grand Line is calling, and Captain Buggy always answers!"
As the Buggy Pirates' ship adjusted its heading toward the most dangerous waters in the world, its captain stood at the bow with arms crossed and nose held high, already planning his confrontation with the crew that had stolen his thunder.
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A/N: Okay, this chapter should have been a mini addition on the previous chapter, but due to me being an idiot, it turned into a full chapter that I didn't have time to write what I wanted to write in the first place.
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