Crazy In Love | Buggy

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The tour that Buggy gave me of the ship took an incredibly long time. What was clear to me was that Buggy was very proud of his ship. That was understandable. The ship was gorgeous, and impressive.

After Buggy had shown me every inch of the ship, all that was left for him to show me was where I was going to sleep. The idea of seeing it made me nervous.

He had already shown me the sleeping quarters of his crew. That was kept at the very bottom of the ship. The room it was in was dark, dank, depressing. It was filled to the brim with bunk bed after bunk bed. They were lined up, packed tightly beside one another.

The room was also a complete and utter mess. Not one of the beds appeared to have been made. There was also mess on the very small amount of floor in the room. The majority of the mess was weapons sprawled about.

Before we had went down, Buggy had warned me about that. Knives and loaded guns were on the ground. Broken glass and nails, too, which we had to carefully walk over.

It also stank of sweat, salt, and body odour. I had to fight the urge to gag at the smell.

I don't know what I was expecting when he said he would show me their sleeping quarters. It makes sense that there wouldn't be enough room for everyone to have an individual room. That being said, it still blew my mind that that many people slept in such a small space.

When he told me that it was time to see where I would be sleeping, it worried me immensely. If his own crew slept in such awful conditions, I didn't even want to imagine where I'd be sleeping.

After all, they were the crew, where I was just a map, a hostage that meant nothing to them. I pictured myself locked in a closet, or a cage.

I found myself completely shocked when I was brought to a large bedroom. It was much bigger, and nicer, than my bedroom back at my own house. It had a queen sized bed adorned with beautiful sheets and pillows. The room itself was pristine. It was actually clean, filled with all the things one could ever need.

It had drawers and a closet for clothes, along with a vanity dresser comple with a mirror. Perfect for getting ready.

As I looked at the vanity, I noticed some odd things. There was make-up. Then, it hit me. It wasn't just any make-up, it was clown make-up. Now I was confused. This wasn't my bedroom, it was Buggy's.

"I thought you said you were showing me where I'll be sleeping?" I asked him, turning to look up at him.

He stretched his arms up, groaning slightly, ignoring my question, as he slumped down onto the bed. "I'm exhausted. It's been a busy day."

A busy day of terrorising me and my town, I thought to myself bitterly. I tried not to let any annoyance show on my face, though. Again, I needed to make allies with him if possible.

"I'm tired too."

"You can get some sleep if you'd like. We're staying here overnight and setting sail in the morning. So, hopefully your sea sickness won't be too bad for now."

How thoughtful of him. "Would it be okay to be shown to my bed then? I'd like to sleep as soon as possible."

"Sure!" He cheered, jumping up from his bed and grabbing my hand tightly. He ridiculously walked me round in a circle, a complete 360 degrees, until I was facing his bed again. "Ta-da!"

My confusion was palpable.

"I don't understand."

"You wanted me to show you to your bed. Here it is."