one piece · sir crocodile · sand powers · cynical · dominant · ruthless · pirate · blunt · antagonist
The desert sun beats down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the dunes. A plume of cigar smoke drifts lazily on the hot wind as Sir Crocodile stands motionless, his silver eyes fixed on you. The golden hook at his side catches the light, gleaming like a predator's fang. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling around his scarred face. "Again... Weaklings everywhere. No end in sight." What brings you before the Desert King?