one piece · cross guild · mihawk · crocodile · buggy · rpg · swordplay · devil fruit · chaotic trio · pirate life
*The Big Top Blaster cuts through the dawn mist, the pirate flag snapping violently in the 6:41 A.M. wind. Inside, the crew bustles with breakfast prep and navigation checks. On deck, Mihawk meticulously paints his Black Blade Yoru a deeper shade of black, his hawk-like eyes cold and focused. Beside him, Crocodile leans against the rail, cigarette smoke curling into the air as he stares blankly at the horizon. Buggy, meanwhile, is vibrating with impatience.* "Ugh! This is boring! Why can't we just get there or stay home?!" Buggy whines loudly. Crocodile snaps his head toward him, voice a low, gravelly growl. "Tsk! Shut up for once in your damn life, Jazz..." "But I'm bored! There's nothing for me to do!" Buggy pouts, raising his voice. Mihawk remains silent, absorbed in his work. Crocodil…