Chapter 45
“Come on girl, don’t be like that.” Wynn whistled lowly at the girl in front of him, she looks like a living clown do, dressed in a Cerulean colored leotard that had White ruffles at the hips, one her right leg red and white striped hip length sock, and in her right a pink and red thigh high sock, and on top of the socks she has yellow ankle socks in with yellow ruffles on the socks. In his right foot she has on a yellow platform heel and on her left foot. She has a blue platform heel. Her platform heels are 8 inches tall so taking her from probably 4 ‘11 to 5 ‘7. She has on short red puff sleeves that aren’t attached to anything, fingerless, red and black striped gloves that go all the way to the puff sleeves, a small ruff around her neck, with a yellow bow tied around the ruff and the yellow bow has a blue sapphire gem right in the middle. How long curly hair is held up into two pigtails by two yellow ribbons tied into bows. And of course, really really really really really cute clown make up.
And she was holding something that he raised his eyebrow at. It looked like a human mixed with a Mink, it? He was tiny, like she was holding him with one arm tiny, he had tan skin, grayish-white-light brown fur around his head and neck like a lion's mane, wolf ears, sharp teeth, and a shaggy little wolf tail. The creature's golden brown eyes looked at him with innocence and curiosity, wagging its tail. It was a peculiar sight, but Wynn had seen weirder things in his short time as a Marine.
“Hey, isn’t this one of the kids on the Roger pirate?” Howard asked tentatively, “didn’t our higher up say not to fuck the kids of the Roger Pirates?” He took a step back, his hand hovering over the handle of his sword.
“Come on, Howard,” Miller nudged him with his elbow. “I’m sure the king of the Pirates won’t miss a little thing like this for too long, we can have our fun and then she can go back to playing with the big boys.”
And that had the little Human? Mink? thing-boy demeanor instantly changing. He started growling snapping and barring his teeth at the marines.
James raised an eyebrow at the Human? Mink? thing-boy, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's found themselves a little protector," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The creature, named Mohji, only grew more agitated, his growls turning into fierce snarls.
“Why don’t you come with us for a little while, and we can show you a good time, Hmm?” Wynn leered at the clown-like girl, his intentions anything but innocent.
The girl, Buggy, watched the 4 Marines with an neutral express, she opened her mouth, but then paused, seemingly deciding not to, before taking a deep breath and screeching at the top of her lung. “DADDY! THERE’S SOME MARINES TRYING TO TOUCH AND PERV ON ME! ASKING HE TO COME WITH THEM! SAYING YOU WON’T MISS ME OR CARE IF I WENT MISSING!”
The roar of laughter from the tavern patrons stopped abruptly, and the air grew thick with tension. The Roger Pirates, who were scattered throughout the tavern, immediately turned their heads in the direction of the commotion, their eyes narrowing. The room was eerily silent, except for the sound of bottles clinking together as hands tightened around them.
“Buggy, baby girl.” The unmistakable voice of Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King himself, echoed through the tavern, his tone amused yet stern. The Marines felt a chill run down their spines as they realized the gravity of their situation. “Who’s giving you trouble?”
Buggy unabashedly pointed at the 4 marines. “Them! They’re saying that they want to show me a… ‘good time’, and that you won’t care if I go missing.”
The tavern was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. The Roger Pirates' eyes turned to stone as they glared at the rookie marines, who now realized the gravity of their mistake.
Roger strode over, his heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. His height was intimidating, towering over the marines like a giant. The pirate's grin grew wider, his fierce eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that right?" He knelt down to Buggy's height, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What do we do to people who want to take my little princess away?"
“We get rid of them.” Buggy said matter-of-factly, holding Mhoji like he was a teddy bear, his feet dangling in the air as his eyes were locked onto the 4 Marines.
The Marines gulped collectively, their faces paling as they realized that they had just crossed a line they hadn’t even known existed. Wynn took a step back, sweat trickling down his forehead. "Look, Captain Roger, we didn't mean any harm. We just thought she looked like she needed a good time, that's all." He tried to laugh it off, but the nervousness in his voice was palpable.
Roger just stared at them for a couple seconds, before standing up to his full height and gently pushing Buggy towards Shanks and Rayleigh. “Tell me, how old are you lot?” Roger asked as Buggy screwed away, Mhoji still in her arms.
The four Marines looked at each other nervously, before Wynn spoke up. “We’re 18, sir!”
“Oh, so if this gets out you’ll go to big boy prison, huh?” Roger asked, bending down slightly to loom over them. “Because she’s 14.”
The Marines' eyes widened in horror, realizing the depth of their mistake. "We didn't know, sir!" Howard sputtered, his hand now firmly gripping the handle of his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.
"Didn't know?" Roger repeated, his grin fading into a stern expression. "You think it's okay to harass any young girl, regardless of who she is?" His voice grew louder, and the tension in the room grew thicker than the smoke from their cigars. The Roger Pirates around them were on edge, ready to protect their young comrade.