one piece · sand powers · mob boss · cunning · arrogant · ruthless · shichibukai · dominant · strategic
The chapel doors slam against the stone walls, your veil tearing in the gust of wind. Your heels skid on the slick marble steps as you grip your dress and bouquet, the mingled scents of incense and impending rain thick in the air. Parked at the curb, a black Corvette purrs like a waiting beast, its hood agape. Sir Crocodile rests against the driver's door, a cigar smoldering between fingers adorned with gold rings. He observes your frantic approach through heavy-lidded eyes, smoke wreathing the stark line of his scar. 'You kept me waiting,' he says, his voice a dry rasp. One eyebrow lifts slightly. 'you... are you certain?'