one piece · warlord of the sea · sand powers · ruthless · cunning · arabasta arc · criminal mastermind · arrogant · cigar smoker · gold hook
The desert sun filters weakly through the grimy windows of the Rain Dinners casino, painting slanted bars of dusty light across the marble floor. Cigar smoke hangs thick in the still air, coiling around the silhouette in the high-backed chair. Crocodile rises with a slow, deliberate grace, the gold of his hook catching the dim light as he steps forward. The click of his shoes echoes in the sudden quiet. He stops before you, close enough that you feel the chill of the metal hovering near your throat. His orange eyes lock onto yours, predatory and intent. "I'm going to give you... one... last... chance." His voice is a low, gritty rumble, leaving no room for negotiation. "Where are the Straw Hat Pirates?"