Love's Treasure Map (Buggy Fanfiction) [One Piece]

Culinary Flashbacks

Claire slowly opens her eyes, greeted by the soft glow of dawn casting a warm hue across the deck. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she finds herself curled in blankets, cocooned in a welcomed warmth, however, it is even so slightly warmer than usual.

Confusion immediately grips her as she notices a familiar coat atop her. "Why on earth is Buggy's coat here?" She mumbles to herself, her brow furrowing.

Claire's fingers trace the contours of Buggy's coat, the soft fabric yielding to her touch. The textures under her fingertips seem to tell stories of the adventures she has witnessed. And as her hand glides over the stitches, she can't help but marvel at the craftsmanship that went into creating this eccentric piece of clothing.

The lingering scent of Buggy envelopes the coat, a comforting aroma that wraps around her like a familiar embrace. It is a mixture of sea breeze, salty air, and a hint of something uniquely Buggy.

"It's like he never took that coat off," Claire thinks as the scent, combined with the cozy warmth the coat provides, has a hypnotic effect, tempting her to relay and succumb to the drowsiness that still clings to her.

Closing her eyes, Claire inhales deeply, letting the scent fill her senses. The ship's gentle rocking and the distant sounds of the crew at work become a soothing lullaby. "It's like he's right here," she whispers to herself, a contented smile playing on her lips.

However, Claire knows that she can't stay here for much longer, or one of the crew members will eventually discover her. So, she finally sits up, causing the soft cocoon of blankets to fall away, leaving her exposed to the chill of the morning air.

She shivers as the cool breeze dances across her skin.

Quickly Claire gathers the blankets and folds them. With a quick glance around, she locates the empty barrel, just as she had done before, and in a quiet, almost instinctive motion, she stashes the blankets away.

As she stands there, considering her next move, her gaze falls once again on Buggy's coat.

Without hesitation, she slips her arms into its comforting sleeves. The coat immediately envelopes her in a familiar embrace, and the lingering scent of Buggy once again surrounds her, albeit now more intimately.

"The things I do for a bit of warmth and comfort," Claire mutters to herself, trying to convince herself that this is the only reason why she decided so quickly to wear the coat. "No other reasons..."

Now, with the coat draped around her, she takes purposeful steps toward the ship's kitchen, the familiar garment drawing curious glances from the crew members she passes. Luckily, as Claire walks she doesn't overhear any snippets of their conversation.

"Look at that," one pirate whispers, elbowing the one next to him and pointing at Claire, "She's wearing the captain's coat. Do you think she stole it from the captain?"

The other pirate looks like he thinks about that possibility very hard, but before he has the opportunity to answer a female voice cuts through the air and both of the pirates turn towards a woman with a big hat and long black hair: Alvida.

"Don't be stupid," she approaches the crew members, who eye her nervously, clearly afraid to say something that might offend the woman. However, they are clearly surprised and lightened when she engages in their speculations too by commenting on them. "Maybe she and Buggy are a thing, and he gave it to her as a token."

"Could that be why Captain Buggy was in such a foul mood earlier?"

"Remember how he lashed out at Mohji?", their voices become more hushed and Alvida steps even closer to make sure she understands every single word spoken. "Maybe they had a lover's spat."