...Face him, he doesn't even have the courage!
He's someone who wouldn't dare, and those self-proclaimed evil, grinning vicious Pirates, they retreat together, each showing fear, and some couldn't stand it, just turned around, howling, trying to escape.
He's a Pirate, one of their own, a brother of Buggy.
But... that oppressive force, it's impossible to face!
"Hey! You lot!"
Just as a chain reaction was about to start, causing everyone at the coastline to collapse, from within the circus tent at the island's center, a distinctive broadcast sounded.
Buggy's voice, the voice of their 'Living Buggy'.
...
A bit earlier.
Inside the circus tent's inner chamber, resembling a torture room, it's filled with severed limbs, hands and feet pierced, bodies cleaved apart, and a bruised and battered head hangs on a hook on the wall.
"So, so painful... Just kill me quickly, it hurts too much." Buggy's head wobbled, intermittently making sounds.
Three people sat around a table in front of the head.
Mihawk sat expressionless on the left side, directly facing Buggy was Boa Hancock, her long legs intertwined, the hem of her cheongsam revealing almost luminescent white jade skin, her arms crossed in front of her chest, not sitting on the chair beside the table, seemingly disdainful of the dirt, instead perched on the serpent coiled like a chair behind her.
"Shut up! You should be grateful for my mercy!"
On the left, Crocodile's eyes showed shadows, his clenched cigar tightened, "The account of that ship isn't settled yet!"
Last time, by a twist of fate, Buggy was made the chairman, being called 'sorry' became one of the Four Emperors, that's one thing, being pushed to the forefront had its advantages.
But the spiritual symbol of the Pirates, a ship made into such a ridiculous sight, anyone who sees it would laugh.
It's infuriating!
"I don't want to board that ship." Hancock's eyes like frost, "That kind of ridiculous thing, if I board it, the whole sea would laugh at me."
Teaching Buggy also had Hancock's part, originally she chose to come to Cross Guild, thinking if bullied too much, she'd go to sea alone, find a way to deal with the World Government.
But once here... things were easier than she imagined!
Buggy was fake!
The real decision-makers were the alliance of Mihawk and Sand Crocodile, and after she arrived, the alliance deepened further, three Seven Warlords of the Sea were better than two Seven Warlords of the Sea.
One seeks peace, one seeks to become a military power, while another doesn't want Kuja Island to be implicated, hence needs military protection, the three hit it off, even the posters were redone, from three to four portraits.
Indeed, she chose wisely!
But one downside, Buggy was an utter fool, yet this fool had charisma, usually tolerated, but ended up creating a flagship that resulted in this dumb appearance...
That was supposed to be a Pirate Ship!
"Speaking of which, wasn't it ordered from those natural disasters?" Mihawk said: "Why did it go wrong too? Natural disasters' wicked sense of humor?"
"Too busy with so much business, this guy was still capable on regular tasks, never thought he'd mess up on a crucial issue. His foolish underlings ended up making such a ship, wasted these recent efforts!"
It's not purely about the ship, mainly it's the financial issue.
After all, the island is just a temporary base, a Pirate Ship is needed to sail the seas, for this ship, he pulled in sponsors, busy front and back, used all top-grade materials, all recent profit was sunk into this ship.
Only to create this blunder...
Hancock, hearing this, frowned, "Though I've just arrived, the earnings of Cross Guild have been quite good, it's just one ship, was the loss so substantial?"
Crocodile paused, saying: "This guild isn't just us, natural disasters have a share. They take twenty percent, considered the largest sponsors, you all know this. So this portion goes to them, I don't want to owe them any more, had enough."
No, it's wrong...
Buggy stared blankly at Crocodile, lips beginning to move.
Pirates aren't like this, talking about debts and no debts, this is not Pirate...
"Moreover, many things require upfront payment, the mercenary business is ongoing, weapons have to be bought first, transport ships also require commissioning."
No, wrong, don't be so calculative, we have dreams!
"Though our bounties against the Navy have sponsor backing, if funds aren't timely, we must front some ourselves, various expenditures... actually very little reaches us."
What sponsors, we are... Pirates!!
"Of course, we're together, it's not for money..."
Crocodile exhaled smoke forcefully, picked up the report on the table, saying: "Thanks to recent business, Cross Guild's response has been excellent, more and more are commissioning us, the Navy recognizes we're a huge threat. Our 'Ideal Land', a military nation unencumbered by anyone, will grow stronger through this threat, for this, we need more..."
"Strength." Mihawk said solemnly.
"Reputation." Hancock said coolly.
"Wealth." Crocodile finalized it.
"Enough!!"
A hoarse shout, mixed their voices, drew their gaze.
"Just kill me, already! You think you're Pirates with this!"
Buggy shouted angrily: "This is not a Pirate! Pirates aren't these calculating folks! Not just schemers! You think you can still call yourselves Pirates, always chasing these half-baked goals!"