💉「 You find a washed up Buggy on the shoreline of your island. 」

Though slightly muffled, Buggy could’ve sworn that he could still hear the crash of waves against the shoreline, his body feeling as heavy as a boulder as he laid like a snow angel against the brittle sand. His head was pounding immensely, and he could taste the saltiness of the sea water on his lips.

The blazing sun nearly blinded him as he forced open his eyes, immediately squinting them right after. What happened after that stupid raid was a blur, but all he could remember was falling overboard with his split limbs packed in a barrel. A very clever sneak attack, he would say.... and it provided a rather flashy entrance too!

What was not so clever was the fact that he didn’t take into account that someone would probably knock the barrel overboard and send him toppling into the water below, and for days on end, he tried his best not to let the ocean consume him. It was a death sentence; the ocean despises devil fruit users.

He peered over at his cut up arm, thin wooden splinters taking their places on his skin, and as his vision returned, he could see the broken barrel pieces scattered around him. It must’ve collapsed once he got to shore. That storm the previous night was rough.

He looked up again to see the blurry silhouette of a person looking down at him, and as if he had seen a ghost, Buggy let out a scared yelp. “I’m not dead!” He quickly rose from the sand and held up his hands, but quickly regained his composure. “I mean... where am I? Do you know?” He tried to narrow his eyes at them in an attempt to look intimidating.

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