Chapter 51
“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. They have been following her and Mhoji for the past hour, maybe an hour and a half and now they have cornered her up against some building. She eyes them, her gaze lingering on the little dog mask embroidered on the pockets of the uniforms, giving away that they were in fact Monkey D. Garp’s students. Buggy looked past them to see Garp standing at a food stamp across the street, reading a newspaper, and not paying attention to his student.
Buggy eyes snapped back to the 4 marines before ducking underneath their arm and scurrying away from them with surprising speed, especially since she was ince 8 inch platform heels, Mhoji still held tightly in her arms.
The 4 marines watched as the clown-girl and her little Mink companion dashed away with astonishing speed. "Hey, come back here!" Howard called out, drawing his sword and giving chase. The other three followed suit, their boots echoing on the cobblestone street.
Buggy ignored them, and ran right up to Garp, ducking underneath his arms, nearly smacking herself in the face with the newspaper he was reading and smashing herself into his side furthest away from the 4 rookie Marine's. Garp looked down at her and raised an eyebrow, "Buggy, what's the hurry?"
“Tell your dogs to leave me alone.” She grumbled, as Mhoji continue to growl, his fur standing on edge, as he looked at the marines from the safety of her arms. “They’re being inappropriate and nasty to me!”
Garp's expression grew stern as he looked up at the 4 marines approaching them. “What’s going on here, boys?” His question was firm, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He folded the newspaper and placed it under his arm, his eyes never leaving the quartet.
Wynn took the lead, puffing out his chest. “We were just trying to get to know the little lady here, sir. But she seems a bit skittish.” He shot a smug look at his comrades, who nodded in agreement.
Garp frowned, looking down at Buggy then back to the 4 rookie marines. “What do you want with the pirate King‘s daughter?”
Wynn and the others exchanged shocked glances, their smirks vanishing instantly. “What did you say?”
Garp’s expression held a hint of irritation, and it was mostly confusion as he repeated it. “What do you want Gol D. Roger’s daughter?”
The four rookie marines froze, their eyes wide with shock and fear. They had no idea that the clown-girl they had been harassing was none other than the daughter of the Pirate King himself. The legend of Gol D. Roger was one that even the young marines knew well, and the thought of crossing the line with his child was a reality check they hadn’t anticipated.
Wynn’s hand hovered over the hilt of his sword, his mind racing. “I-I didn’t know she was...” he stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse that would save their hides.