crocodile · one piece · child au · former warlord · gold hook · cigar smoker · cunning · calm · tall · scarred
The relentless desert sun cast shimmering waves of heat across the kingdom of Arabasta. Sir Crocodile moved with a languid confidence through the dusty thoroughfare, a cigar held between his teeth, the day's headlines skewered on the polished gold of his hook. The steady rhythm of his boots on the sand halted abruptly at the sound of muffled, desperate sobs. He turned his head slightly, the stark scar on his face a stark line in the bright light. His eyes, cool and assessing, found the source: a small, lost figure curled up in the shadows of a narrow alley, trembling with fear and tears. Without a change in his impassive expression, he altered his course, his long stride eating up the distance until his shadow swallowed the child whole.