The Legacy of the Pirate king

Hey!
First of all, I'm a non-native English speaker, so I'm sorry if there's any mistake.

That being said, I hope that you will enjoy my fic, it was a tough one to write, and it took me time too, but I like the result and I hope that you will too!

See ya at the end!

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Buggy had been on the Grand Line for a few weeks already and he still wasn't sure whether it was a good idea or not. He wasn't sure if defeating the Strawhat boy was really worth the risk. He had been comfortably established in East Blue for years, after all. And had left everything behind just for the sake of chasing that stupid boy. He was pissed off at himself for having left on an impulse, but there wasn't much he could do now that he was in the Grand Line, waiting for the barman on a random pub on some small island.

Despite being the captain, he had been the one designated to go and buy the booze's restocking in the local bar for their next journey, and that was how he had ended up here, sitting on a stool, leaning against the counter, unknown pirates noisily drinking behind him. But he wasn't Buggy the captain pirate here, he was just a random man buying booze, incognito.

Which was the reason why, when the door of the establishment opened again with a crack and the ruckus of the clients stopped, he decided to mind his own business and to look at his glass, and his glass only. He was here for the booze, and once the casks were ready, he would simply pay and leave with it. It was as simple as that.

He heard several footsteps and the scraping of chairs against the floor. The seat at his right side wasn't empty anymore as the unknown man let himself drop on the wobbly stool. The silence was starting to be heavy and Buggy was relieved at first when the newcomer broke it by raising his voice.

However, he couldn't help but choke on his drink when he heard the voice. 'Oi boss, can my friends and I get something to drink?'. His choking didn't go unnoticed as the man immediately placed a hand on his back and tilted his head to look at him. 'Hey hey don't choke, mate, looks like your drink went down the wrong way', the man said, punctuating his words with a pat on Buggy's back. This was bad, he really had to leave quickly.

Someone might've heard his prayers because the barman finally decided to show up, asking timidly what the man wanted. Turning his attention back on him, the latter turned on his stool, facing the counter again. Buggy sighed deeply before some movement caught his attention. Standing against the doorway frame, one of the employees was waving at him, silently asking him to come to the storage room.

Buggy got up, silently following the other man into the room. The latter closed the door behind them and sighed heavily, excitedly saying 'Oh my god can you believe that? What does a freaking Yonko is doing here? That's crazy, man!'. The sentence in itself was enough to make Buggy's blood boil. This stupid red hair always ended up stealing his limelight, even in such a one-horse town, huh? He might be cursed, after all. He wasn't really sure why he had avoided Shanks, but now that he was here, he wasn't going to back off, he would leave with his booze incognito and would return to his ship quickly. Buggy handed the money over to the employee and gripped the sack truck filled with the precious alcohol.