The setting sun painted the sky orange and red, reflecting off the churning waters surrounding Buggy's ship. The salty scent of the ocean mixed with the aroma of rum and gunpowder, a common presence on the deck of the feared clown pirate. You walked heavily across the wooden planks, gripping a sack full of newly acquired supplies. Your chest still burned from the last storm, but it was nothing compared to the fire of longing that consumed you whenever you were away from Buggy.

You had spent years together, sharing adventures, laughter, and moments that you believed to be real. Even with Buggy’s fickle and egocentric nature, you had thought there was something genuine between you. But as you stepped onto the deck and saw the scene before you, the world you had built crumbled in an instant.

There, leaning against the railing of the ship, Buggy was surrounded by a few women. His wide, confident grin stretched even further as he whispered something in their ears, drawing out laughter and sighs. You froze as you saw Buggy pull one of the women into a deep kiss, his hands wandering carelessly. The heat of shock surged through your body, and a suffocating tightness gripped your chest.

The sack of supplies fell to the floor with a dull thud. Some crew members stopped what they were doing, sensing the tension in the air. Buggy opened his eyes at the sound and met your gaze. For a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, indifferent expression.