Hunger

Chapter 2

As soon as they let his head out of this god-forsaken sack he was going to bite the shit out of the first person he saw. He couldn't quite tell where they were but judging from the way he was being jumbled about they were no longer on the ship.

There was rustling outside and he could have sworn he'd been smacked in the face a few times by what felt like tree branches. He'd been sleeping soundly and couldn't figure out why they couldn't have just let him be instead of toting him around wherever they went. He was dreading the moment when blonde fop guy next felt the need to take a shit.

Sanchez had been his name? Sanrio? Sanji, maybe? Buggy wasn't quite sure if he'd caught the waiter's name.

As he snorted himself awake, blinking sea water and sand out of his eyes he could hear what sounded like Strawhat and the waiter in the middle of a heated exchange.

"He's gotta be around here somewhere--"

"We specifically told moss-head to meet us on the West side of the island--"

From within the sack, Buggy groaned. He was expecting irritation to be his first emotion of the morning, not a sinking sense of apprehension that he was never going to get his body back. "Please for the love of fuck tell me that you shidiots didn't actually ask Zoro to follow cardinal directions," he groaned miserably, more to himself than to the Strawhats.

"Oh, good morning Buggy!" he heard Strawhat greet him from outside, much too cheerful for his liking. The irritation then quickly replaced the apprehension, something he was grateful for. "Usopp got us off course again and now we're lost!"

Luffy poked the grey sack in acknowledgement, his finger jutting right into Buggy's nose. A muffled sound of ire followed.

"You are far too non-concerned about our current predicament," Sanji voiced before Buggy could barrel off a similiar but more caustic sentiment. "Not only did Usopp get us off course but there was damage done to the Going Merry when we were passing this place. What do you plan to do about that, Luffy?"

"Um..."

"You do know how to repair a ship don't you?"

"Well..."

For fuck's sake...Buggy shut his eyes, hoping he could just go back to sleep. Of course they'd just set out to sea and not a single member of their crew had a shipwright's skills. Admittedly it wasn't his strong suit either, and he made it a point for it not to be. He much preferred to be in the position to order others to do such menial tasks for him on his own ship.

Assuming they could find proper repairs on whatever shit-hole island they'd landed on he had a feeling he was going to have to at least in part walk them through another process they should have had handled before forming a milqetoast pirate crew and taking off to sea.

"How bad is it?" he asked, his voice a step away from a hiss, "Because if it's extensive you're going to have to find some other blue-haired freak to help you. By the way, where the Hell have you taken us to?"

"Thankfully it looks like it just needs some caulking until we can find a professional to fix 'er up," it was of course Sanji that supplied this information, the term "caulking" probably not even part of Strawhat's vocabulary.

"Caulking?" Luffy asked, the inquiry like clockwork. Both Sanji and Buggy nearly snarled at him.

Sanji ignored Luffy, turning his attention to Buggy's question, "We're on some unmarked island and God only knows how far away we've gotten from Arlong Park. We're scouring to see if there's suitable timber or something else we can use to get us by."

"You morons don't think it would have been helpful to let me see what you did before bringing us out to bum-fucked Alabasta--wait...this place isn't even fucking marked?"

"We left Usopp back on the ship," Luffy said, "We have it careened on another part of the island. We dropped Zoro off on the West Side and told him we'd circle the perimeter for potential supplies before meeting and making our way inland."

Which means, Buggy thought to himself, He's already gotten lost and we're never going to find him.

Under ordinary circumstances the idea of one of the Strawhats--or shit--the lot of them being marooned in the middle of nowhere would have been a celebrated moment had he not been part of their expedition into terra incognita.

"You do realize that you could be taking us into a den of wild beasts we have no way of fighting, right? We could be waltzing right into the territory of some tribe that really, really isn't okay with outsiders coming into their--"

"OH NO, ZORO!" Buggy was cut off abruptly by Luffy screaming and then the thudding of running feet. He whimpered and groaned from within the bag as he once again was being tossed about like a bazillion receipts that someone kept stashed inside their purse for no reason.

Outside, he could only assume some kind of battle was breaking out as he felt his world turn upside down, the waiter feeling like he'd broken out into some kind of backflip. Somewhere deep within the bowels of Arlong Park he felt his stomach give a horrible lurch. Buggy prayed to whatever god would take pity on him that he wouldn't vomit inside the sack; it wouldn't be first time.

Once he regained a bit of composure a bevy of curses left his lips, demanding to know what exactly was happening. His snarling was drowned out by the sounds of fighting and a feminine voice that began to shriek in rage.

"NOT TODAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!" was the last thing Buggy heard before the waiter failed at dodging the next blow that came their way. What felt like a tiny foot collided with his nose, more strength than there should have been behind the kick.

Blackness overtook him and whatever happened immediately after he wouldn't be awake to find out.