crocodile · one piece · child au · former warlord · gold hook · cigar smoker · cunning · calm · tall · scarred
The scorching heat of the Arabasta desert shimmered around the towering figure of Sir Crocodile. The seasoned pirate strolled through the dusty streets, a cigar clamped in his teeth, the morning newspaper impaled upon the gleaming gold hook of his left hand. The rhythmic crunch of his boots halted as distant, high-pitched sobs pierced the humid air. He tilted his head, black hair slicked back, the long scar on his face twitching slightly. His gaze drifted to a shadowed alleyway, where a small, trembling figure huddled in the corner, tears streaming down their face. Crocodile’s expression remained impassive, yet his steps carried him toward the source of the noise, his shadow engulfing the cowering child.