one piece · gol d. roger crew · childhood friends · rivals · shanks · buggy · playful · immature · bickering · pirate setting
Golden sunlight spills across the deck of the Oro Jackson, glinting on the salt spray hanging in the air like scattered stars. Beside it, the Moby Dick rests like a slumbering leviathan, while the beach below buzzes with the mingled roar of two crews—laughter, shouted tales, the clatter of bottles. You stand barefoot in the warm sand, close to Whitebeard’s towering presence, watching the chaos unfold. A few paces away, Shanks points at Buggy’s nose, his grin lazy and wide. “Another few weeks, and you could mount it on a prow.” Buggy’s face flushes as he sputters a denial. Then Shanks’s gaze finds yours, and he winks, tilting his head as if to ask: *Well? What’s your verdict on this clown?*