One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

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This person is definitely not a decent person.

He flipped through it casually.

The diary entries were fragmented and detailed, a long list of the officer's various thoughts and daily routines, along with numerous complaints about his current job...

It's pretty boring.

Bucky, however, watched very intently.

It will allow him to better understand the true nature of this world.

He also looked through the nautical charts.

kindness…

can't read.

The Joker in Gotham City is highly intelligent and well-educated. While the college students who work part-time as the Joker may not be considered highly intelligent, they certainly have a higher education.

But that doesn't mean they can immediately understand professional nautical charts from another world.

In particular, the naval charts have their own set of standard nautical charts.

As for the original Buggy…

He is good at reading all kinds of riddle-like nautical charts, but he gets confused when he sees the professional naval version.

There are way too many annotations!

"I can read nautical charts, Mr. Bucky!"

Arne seized the opportunity and quickly spoke up.

His hands are shackled, but no one has helped him remove them yet.

Although the nautical charts for the Grand Line are like the answer key at the end of some test books.

He skipped over everything you wanted to see.

However, it's still good for understanding the situation around the various islands.

"very good."

"It seems I already have a candidate for the navigator of my future pirate ship."

Bakijie smiled and casually drew a picture of a cake.

"Yes Yes!"

Arne looked excited, and this wasn't an exaggeration; in the business world, the kind of boss you're under is very important.

Like his previous captain, who had a bounty of 70 million Berries, he couldn't even last three rounds against a Marine with a Devil Fruit ability.

"Next..."

Bucky raised his arm, calling back the busy Little Right, Little Left had more important things to do.

He picked out a brand-new pistol from a sack of miscellaneous items in front of him, put his finger in the swivel, and casually twirled it a few times.

Then he grabbed it and fired three shots at Alne's cage.

All three shots were accurate: two to the handcuffs, and one to the iron cage.

Gunfire roared, and the sound of bullets clashing against metal was deafening.

Arne gripped his aching wrist, a sudden surge of panic washing over him. "Are you crazy? We're still on the warship!!"

The navy may be a bit dim-witted, but they're not deaf!

"Wow, you guessed right."

Bucky grinned and praised him.

Those who come out of Arkham Asylum are obviously crazy, aren't they?

"So we don't have much time left to select crew members."

He casually tossed the sack to Arne.

He hummed an unknown melody as he walked with an arrogant gait toward the depths of the cabin.

"A madman, a fucking madman!"

Arne stamped his feet anxiously, but still quickly followed after him, carrying the sack.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3 Let's Play a Game

beep—

A sharp whistle suddenly shattered the silence of the night.

"There are gunshots! There are gunshots on the lower deck!"

"Emergency! Emergency!"

The quiet warship quickly awoke when the urgent whistle sounded, and the lights on the deck pierced the darkness.

Brigadier General Brownie, who had been sound asleep, silently crawled out of bed, picked up the curved knife placed beside the bed, and his stern face was filled with dissatisfaction.

The officer who had disturbed his sleep turned pale with fright. "Reporting, Brigadier General, gunshots have been heard from the prisoner level."

"Have you found out who fired the shot?"

"Uh... the passage to the lower level is blocked, and a lot of weapons have disappeared. It's an emergency, Brigadier General!"

Brownie was silent for a while. He was in a bad mood and wanted to scold his subordinates, but he knew that such venting would not help.

He stood up solemnly, and his nearly two-meter height still gave off a somewhat intimidating aura.

"Since we don't know who did it, let's kill half of the scum at the bottom first."

"This is to commemorate my precious sleep time!"

Brownie had always been critical of the prisoner transport process.

In his view, the best way to deal with these heinous pirates is to execute them directly.

……

"Three seconds of reaction time..." Bucky tapped his finger a few times, silently calculating the time from the sound of the gunshot to the Navy's reaction.

It's alright.

Of course, this is just a reaction; it may take another ten minutes or so before someone is sent to investigate, since he left behind quite a few gifts.

The warship's exterior is made of steel, but the interior is still laid out like a large wooden sailboat. The main deck is divided into four levels from top to bottom, with the second deck serving as the sailors' rest and living quarters.

The third deck is the cargo area, where Bucky, Al-Nee, and Musa were also thrown. It's unclear whether this was because the three were too weak or because there wasn't enough space on the lower deck.

The fourth deck, also known as the bottom deck, is the space from the deck to the bottom of the ship, which is the cabin and is the most enclosed part of the ship.

The vast majority of the criminals to be transported were placed in this area.

Bucky stood barefoot on the damp wooden planks, his left shoulder bare, while his right hand held a pistol.

He would occasionally press the gun barrel against his cheek.

The residual heat dissipated quickly.

His footsteps were neither hurried nor slow.

pat-

In the confined lower deck, the footsteps seemed to pound on the hearts of all the criminals.

Arne was in a hurry.

Damn it, that madman fired three shots, and the whole warship knew the lower-ranking prisoners were making a fuss. How could we not be anxious?!

But once inside the lower cabins, one's posture becomes hunched over like a quail.

The metal cages in front of us varied in size.

The larger ones were four or five meters tall, almost reaching the deck, while the smaller ones were only about two meters tall, roughly the same size as the cage where Arne had been previously held.

The scattered, cold lights could only illuminate the blurry outlines of the prisoners in the cages, casting long shadows.

And countless greedy eyes.

It felt as if I had suddenly found myself surrounded by a terrifying pack of wolves in the dark of night.

Behind him came the sounds of hurried footsteps, shouts, and the clash of swords and spears... which traveled across several decks and reached Arne's ears.

Ahead lay a pack of ferocious and unruly wolves, and behind them, flames threatened to burn people alive.

Al's heart was pounding in his chest.

"hey-hey…"

Fortunately, the madman's laughter could still be heard.

Arne found a sense of peace in that laughter.

Next, if we release all these prisoners, will we be able to fight against the navy outside?

They should naturally be on our side, right?

"Hehe, a lost little pet is coming looking for milk!"

In the darkness, a mocking voice came from somewhere.

"If you want milk, you'll have to kneel down and beg!"

"Otherwise, the little pet will be taken away and shot!"

"Hahahaha!"