It was tragically cruel that Buggys eyes were as green as a stormy sea. The ocean renounced the clown long ago, deeming him a conspirator of the devil. Buggy never faltered from the waves that lapped against his boat like thunder. Buggy commanded ships with the confidence of a man who couldn't drown. Shanks feared the man forgot he couldn't swim.
Shanks watched Buggy sit at the bar mingling with Shank's crew. His cheeks were tinted red as he polished another tankard of ale. Buggy kept the same hypnotic personality he had as a kid. He spoke with his hands and grabbed the attention of anyone in earshot. Even with the sluring of words, he was memorizing. Buggy laughed loud and boisterous at his own joke. Shanks felt the same sting in his heart as he did the day he watched the ocean turn its back on Buggy.
An arm grasping to the heavens begging for salvation. Coming up empty and doomed. Shanks panicked diving from the ship into the depths. He was worried he wasn't strong enough to pull them both through the surf. When Shanks head broke to the surface he made sure Buggys red nose got the air it needed.
Standing on the dock alone, away from the noise of mingling crew's Shanks, realized it was plain cruel, he took Buggys first love. It was never meant to be a jealous act against the water, but it could have been.
Warm hands reached out, searching for a wall to brace them, but found Shanks chest. Shanks gently placed his worn, tired hand over Buggys holding him in place. They were shaking. Buggy was shaking. Shanks hadn't uttered a word feeling them die on his tongue.
Buggy lifted his head, and long, whispy blue hair fell around his face. His hurricane eyes locked onto Shanks. They were damp and red around the edges . They were filled to the brim with a pain Shanks would cut off his other arm to sooth. He moved his hand to Buggy's cheek, and stubble greeted his hand, tickling his palm.
Buggys eyes were delicate, but they held the passion of the ocean. Fierce and undeniable. Buggy was destined to be someone. Though the sorrow held him now in the midst of an ale riddled brain, Shanks could see tomorrow and Buggys spirits would be high
When Buggy leaned into Shanks, Shanks knew how to hold the man to make his heart beat steady. An easy ebb and flow. When the sun rose in the morning Shanks vowed this time he wouldn't let his lover go.
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