The salty tang of the sea permeated the air, setting the stage for an unparalleled spectacle in Loguetown. Gol D. Roger, renowned as the Pirate King, stood firm, his demeanor betraying no hint of fear as he faced his inevitable fate. Among the throngs of onlookers stood Buggy, an enigmatic figure thrust into the world of piracy by forces beyond his comprehension.
"So, the time has come, Garp?" Roger's voice held a somber resignation.
Garp's response was gruff, his inner turmoil evident in the furrow of his brow. "Indeed, Roger. Any final words?"
A softness crept into Roger's gaze, a silent plea hidden within his words. "Grant me one last favor, will you?"
Garp's incredulity was palpable. "And what might that be?"
"There is an innocent child, awaiting birth. Can you ensure his well-being? He is my only rival." Roger's request hung heavy in the air, a testament to the tangled web of their shared history.
Garp's expression softened, his resolve wavering under the weight of Roger's plea. "You ask the impossible, Roger. How can I, a loyal servant of the Navy, take responsibility for a pirate's child?"
"Garp!" Roger's voice sliced through the tension, tinged with desperation. "You know better than anyone the truth of what transpired. The child is blameless. My sins are mine alone to bear."
Garp's features softened, begrudging acceptance settling into the lines of his face. "Very well... But make no mistake, Roger. I make no promises."
Roger's grin was genuine, a fleeting moment of camaraderie amidst the impending doom. "Your word is enough, my old friend."
"I'm not your friend, you scoundrel." Garp's retort was sharp, though beneath the gruff exterior lay a hint of reluctant understanding.
As the crowd swelled with anticipation, murmurs rippling through the air like the tide, the execution of Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, drew near. Amidst the chaos, a new chapter in the annals of piracy was poised to unfold, with Buggy—an enigma with memories of another life—as an unlikely participant.
As Gol D. Roger's execution played out before him, Buggy couldn't shake the sensation that he didn't belong to this world. Memories of a past life flooded his mind, remnants of a time when he was known as Arthur, an adept in the arcane arts.
In his previous existence, Arthur had been consumed by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, delving into ancient tomes and forbidden rituals in search of enlightenment. In a reckless bid to unravel the mysteries of existence, he had stumbled upon a forbidden experiment—a ritual that promised to transcend the boundaries of time and reality.
Arthur remembered the searing pain as his body was engulfed by the ritual's energies, the blinding light that consumed him, and the sensation of hurtling through the void. Then, in an instant, it was over. Arthur found himself reborn in a world of pirates and peril, his memories fragmented and scattered like shards of a shattered mirror.
Standing amidst the chaos of Loguetown's execution grounds, Buggy grappled with the reality of his situation. He wasn't Arthur, the scholar, anymore. He was Buggy, a pawn in the grand game of piracy, bound by destiny to a life he never chose.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Buggy vowed to honor the memories of his past life while forging a new path in this unfamiliar world. For better or worse, he was determined to seize this second chance at life, whatever trials lay ahead.
The den den mushi crackled with static, delivering the somber news of Gol D. Roger's execution to his loyal crew, who stood on the deck of their ship, hearts heavy with sorrow.