The 'Clown Star' Buggy sat lazily and un-enthused, overtaken by boredom in this town. Stopping for supplies was normally a fun time, but there were those occasional islands where nothing really happened at all. The time went by sluggishly, nagging and prying at the clown as he stare blankly into a glass of rum.
He had left his crew to deal with the necessities before they could set sail again, leaving this poor excuse for a land break behind for good. The townsfolk kept their distance- not exactly the party type with the reputation of his title hanging over him like an unwanted sickness. He usually mingled with locals quite easily, encouraged laughter and shared stories, but now it took a lot more effort than that and there was still rapport to build.
Buggy sighed and leaned farther into the counter, fiddling the cool glass between his fingers as if mesmerized by how the glass steamed from the heat of his fingertips. Maybe things would liven up later on?
