Marine Major's Diary

"Marineford Calendar 1518 June 7th."

"I've officially joined the Marines."

"A happy day. According to Father, I'll start as a Rookie, then Private Third Class, Private Second Class, Private First Class, and only then Officer, Captain, Colonel. It's a long road."

"But I won't give up. Go, Arrow!"

"For Justice!"

"July 2nd."

"Today I saw a Marine who had been an Errand Boy for three years at the base.

This made me a little worried."

"August."

"The weather is great today. Father even came to the base to see me."

"That afternoon, the Base Commander announced I would be promoted to Private First Class."

"Everyone's looking at me strangely, especially that guy who was an Errand Boy for three years. Is this really okay? I haven't even done anything yet."

"September."

"I've found that this is quite good. After all, I've worked very hard."

"Also, I was promoted to Sergeant today."

"When I spoke with Father on the phone tonight, he said I was still a bit slow. I didn't answer him."

"An unpleasant day."

"That Errand Boy was finally promoted to Private Third Class, but he dared to curse me out!"

"He said I only relied on my noble status and connections!"

"Damn it. It's clearly because he himself wasn't working hard enough!"

"A pleasant day."

"The Private Third Class who cursed me is dead. Hahaha, he actually went to pursue Pirates."

"Father said he'd promote me to Second Lieutenant in a while. I wonder how that's progressing."

"I need to hurry him along later."

"Time flies. It's almost been a year since I joined the Marines."

"But there's nothing to do at the base. Fortunately, Father said he'd transfer me to Judicial Island in a while. That's a great place!"

"Marineford Calendar 1519 September 3rd."

"I've been promoted to Captain, but things seem to be a little different."

"Father has started asking me to transport the Pirate Captains arrested by the Marines to Sabaody Archipelago by Warship."

"Heavens, how is that possible!"

"I'm just a Captain, not an Admiral!"

"The judges on Judicial Island won't allow it, and my colleagues and superiors won't allow it either!"

"But I can't refuse them... Damn it!"

"They allowed it."

"Also, I'm already a Major."

The diary was gently closed. The Blue Gull printed on the cover was a bit faded.

"Quite an interesting story, isn't it?"

The person watching the diary said unhurriedly. A piece of Scorched Plank fell beside him with a clatter.

Buggy took out a relatively intact Mirror.

He continued to groom his face in the mirror.

Using a sharp Fruit Knife.

He shaved off the skin, flesh, and tendons on his face bit by bit, then rearranged and adjusted them to ensure he looked exactly like the young Major he had just seen.

When it came to himself, Buggy was undoubtedly the best Plastic Surgeon in the world.

Perhaps Trafalgar Law, who possessed the Ope Ope no Mi, could rival him.

The similarity between the two was that Law could cut others at will without killing them, while Buggy targeted himself.

As for where the Major named Arrow went...

Such a severe Explosion occurred on the Warship, it's quite normal for a few Marines to die.

Especially in such a chaotic scene, let alone a Major, even Commodore Brownie could only ensure his own safety first.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to Buggy's departure.

Except for a few sycophants.

Patta.

In Arrow's room, the iron door, which was already on the verge of collapse from the explosion's impact, finally gave way and fell.

Sergeant Jacques stood stunned at the doorway.

His raised right hand proved he was the culprit who gave the iron door its final push.

His expression was flustered, with the gray dust from the explosion still clinging to his face and head.

"Lord Arrow, are you injured?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jacques quickly composed himself.

His tone of inquiry wasn't overly deferential, more like the anxiousness of hastily counting survivors after chaos.

His narrow eyes blinked, trying hard not to notice the patch of skin, the size and thickness of a band-aid, hanging loosely from the face of what he saw as Major Arrow, but was actually Buggy.

Major Arrow worked for the esteemed Celestial Dragons, so a few quirks were acceptable.

He quickly found an explanation for Buggy in his mind.

"Don't worry, it's just a scratch," Buggy explained, following his gaze. "How's the situation on the Warship?"

"It's bad," Sergeant Jacques' face immediately fell. Seeing Buggy's displeasure, he quickly added, "But not that bad!"

"There was a sudden Big Explosion in the Cabin, and then the boiler room blew up too. Only your area, the Deck Room, is relatively okay, but water is flooding in below."

"Oh, and Lord Brownie, he's still in the Cabin!"

"Us...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, looking as if he would follow Buggy's lead.

"What about Headquarters' people?" Buggy waved his hand dismissively.

"They noticed the explosion too and are speeding over now. Vice Admiral Onigumo is leading them!"

"Onigumo," Buggy muttered. Without bothering to fix the flap of skin on his face, he casually picked up a white cloth and made a simple bandage.

Then, he picked up the long Gun he carried.

He grinned, "Let's go, we'll go down and rescue them."

Rescue them?

Jacques froze. He had come to find Lord Arrow because he assumed the man had connections and never took risks. Why was he heading into the cabin now? If there was a secondary explosion, they'd both be goners!

Besides, that expression of yours doesn't look like you're trying to save anyone!

Jacques' opinion was unimportant.

Having just escaped danger, he was immediately dragged by Buggy towards the lower levels.

Like many criminals, they always liked to look back at the scene of their crime.

Buggy's mindset was somewhat similar.

His leather boots clattered on the scorched iron plates.

After only a few steps, he felt a noticeable tilt from the stern of the ship.

It seemed the water ingress at the bottom of the ship was quite severe.

In the crew's quarters, oil lamps fell one after another, igniting continuous fires that blocked the passage downwards.

"Lord Arrow, should we continue down?"

"I'm afraid Lord Brownie too..."

"Shh, don't rush," Buggy made a shushing gesture, his eyes looking expectantly downwards.

At the same time, he raised his long gun, taking aim.

Behind the fire, a flurry of panicked footsteps could be heard.

Whoosh!!

Arne scrambled out of the Sea of Fire, tumbling and rolling.

He hadn't even had time to savor the relief of escape.

When he suddenly saw a dark gun barrel.

Beneath the muzzle, there was a smile that unconsciously made him feel at ease.