The oil lamps in the cabin weren't especially bright.
They swayed constantly with the waves.
The light and shadows blurred together, stretching and shrinking across the planks.
When they fell across Buggy's face, his expression became difficult to read.
Especially with that half-smile on his face.
He looked just like a villain.
Alvida, the others, and the lion huddled in a corner of the cabin, watching this strangely unfamiliar captain. Their hearts trembled.
Was this really their arrogant, cowardly Captain Buggy?!
He seemed like a completely different person.
He'd been scary enough on Sabaody Archipelago, but then they'd witnessed how Buggy wiped out Teabeard's crew.
Good grief!
They were even more terrified!
Of course, that was because the World Government had deliberately suppressed news of what Buggy had done in Mary Geoise. Apart from the Navy and the World Government's upper ranks, almost everyone remained in the dark about what had happened in the Holy Land.
After all, it had happened atop a continent seven thousand meters high.
Otherwise, they would've been scared out of their wits.
The man who blew up the Holy Land is our captain?
Wouldn't that make us accomplices?!
We might as well dig our own graves.
Buggy had no idea whether Morgans and Arne would manage to get the story out.
The New World was Morgans's home base, and Buggy hadn't insisted on keeping him close.
They were both people who craved major events and chaos. That was enough.
Besides, Morgans had better pray that the Navy didn't catch Buggy.
Otherwise, as an accomplice, he wouldn't get off lightly either.
The same went for Moria.
After fulfilling his wish for revenge, the fire atop that red onion's head hadn't died down. If anything, it burned even brighter.
Cackling, he'd announced that he was going to