This story was written for the Share-the-love Month 2016, hosted by the wonderful Aerle and Myladyday. Week three's theme was Stars.

This story will be in three parts/chapter, I'll upload one chapter a day. The first part is set in the time Shanks and Buggy were still part of Roger's crew, the second part is set at the end of the Marineford arc, the last part is set somewhere in the future.

Have fun reading, and please don't forget to leave a review, however small it might be. They are what make authors keep writing!

They were drunk and they were fighting. What else was new. The Oro Jackson lay near a small island and would stay there until sunrise. So Shanks and Buggy had snuck off to the village, nicked a bottle of booze, or two, and ended up fighting in a field somewhere between the ship and the village. They tumbled down a small hill while trying to punch each other as much as possible. Both their punches mostly missed target.

"It's all your fault, you flashy bastard!" Buggy yelled as he knocked Shanks' hat off.

"Oi!" Shanks made sure to grab the straw hat before they rolled too far away from it. "It's your own damn fault you stupid clown! You shouldn't have been so nosey!"

"Who has a big red nose?!" Buggy roared, anger flaring up in his eyes. If he wasn't pissed before, he sure was now.

They tumbled one more time until they came to an abrupt stop, knocking the air out of Buggy's lungs and landing Shanks on top of him. The latter lifted himself on his elbows and smirked. "You have." Shanks saw Buggy getting angry again, but interrupted him before he could say something. "But I like it," he said, and pressed a short kiss on Buggy's nose.

Buggy was too stunned to say anything, and his face became the same color as his nose. After a silence that seemed to last forever, Buggy finally found his voice back. He didn't sound angry anymore, more embarrassed. "Get off me, moron."

Shanks smiled and rolled off Buggy to lay on his back beside him. "You're an idiot."

Buggy huffed. "Asshole."

They lay on their backs on the soft grass for a while, saying nothing, just watching the night sky. After a while, Shanks opened his mouth again. "Buggy, have you ever thought about the stars?"

"Why would I think about stars?"

Shanks chuckled. "Well, have you never wondered what they are?"

"They're flashy," was Buggy's answer.

Of course, Shanks thought. "Yeah, but are they just some lights someone far away hung up, or some god or something? We can use them to navigate, but what are they?"

"They're not just some flashy lights someone put on, idiot." Buggy grinned. How could Shanks not know this? "They're the ghosts of deceased sailors. Some say they're deceased Celestial Dragons, but… probably only the Celestial Dragons themselves. No way they would help us navigate."

Shanks snorted in agreement. "So they're deceased sailors huh?"

"And they're flashily helping us to find our way," Buggy concluded.

"They sure do," Shanks hummed. "So you think we'll end up there too, when we go?"

"'fcourse." Buggy looked at Shanks from the corner of his eyes. "At least I will, I'm not sure you'll be able to reach that high."

TBC