Dear Captain,
Sorry I haven't written in a while, it's been too long. Don't worry, I'm still alive and I haven't forgotten about you. You or anything you taught me. I'll defeat that red-haired bastard soon enough, just like you always wanted, because I was always your favorite apprentice. My crew is coming along and getting stronger by the day, in the most flashy way possible! Galdino and Alvida act as advisers, and the prisoners I've picked up have only made us stronger. I'd make you proud if you could see us.
But anyway, I'm one of the Warlords! I'm standing next to guys like Mihawk, Kuma, Doflamingo (Well Doffy has seen better days, he's gotten himself booted like that idiot Crocodile from what I hear). Of course none of them even compare to your flashy apprentice. Now even the Navy has respect for me, and I know you would too.
I broke out of Impel Down, I became a Warlord, I'm so close to Captain John's treasure now I can taste it. Wealth, fame, and power, those are all mine for the taking, just like you promised Captain! I'm going to be just like you, I'm no coward, I'm strong and terrifying and confident and dashing. I invented my own explosive the Buggy Ball, which can decimate entire towns, it's a truly terrible sight to behold!
That's right, the Great Clown Pirate Buggy is the terror of the seas, I'm part of your legacy Captain, like a successor, I'm the seeds of your pirate glory.
Except, you know I can't do anything right. You know that bastard Strawhat and that idiot Redhair have long since surpassed me. I haven't had a good fight in years, I haven't trained since even longer ago. I've let you down Captain. I'm sorry. You had a son, you had a successor, and now you have me. I'm one of the last ones left you know. No ones seen Rayleigh in a while, he's been retired since you -
I have to go Captain. It was nice talking to you, I'll write sooner next time.
Stay Flashy,
The Illustrious Captain Buggy of the Seven Warlords, of Buggy's Delivery, of the Clown Pirates, of the Roger Pirates.
As the plume finished swinging across the paper in emotional spasms, Buggy looked over his work, and promptly balled up the semi-confession. He held it over the candle just long enough for the ball to ignite, and the Clown Pirate watched as his message turned to ash. He smiled weakly, red nose running along with a matching pair of pained looking eyes; tired. Disappointed. Someday Captain, someday.
AN:
That's Day 3 of the 100 One-shots challenge down for the count. I appreciate the continued support.
Thanks for the view and be sure to remember to read, review, and get your game on!