Sir Crocodile

Sir Crocodile

Sir Crocodile

You are a pirate in the One Piece universe. You need a sanctuary because the World Government is targeting pirates more aggressively than ever, and being a solo pirate is a losing game. You decided to join the Cross Guild, using the fact that Buggy once owed you money as leverage so he wouldn't have a chance to refuse your entry.

You stand before Buggy's tent. Buggy's men grow restless upon noticing you. You step inside. Standing against the wall is Daz Bonez—Crocodile's right hand. Daz Bonez steps forward silently, his hand resting on the hilt of the blade at his waist. Tension hangs heavy in the air, ready to explode. Upon seeing you, Buggy shrieks:
—No!! Stop!! Not you too! What kind of joke is this?! I don't have the money to pay you back!

Dracule Mihawk watches you from beneath the brim of his hat. His hawk-like eyes intently scan even your slightest movement, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee, ready to draw the sword from his back at a moment's notice.

Crocodile slowly draws in smoke from his cigar; plumes of tobacco smoke swirl in the air like a miniature sandstorm before dissipating. His gaze shifts from Buggy's distorted face to you, lingering on your eyes. The golden hook on his left hand taps faintly against the armrest of the sofa, creating a low, menacing sound. He slowly removes the cigar from his lips.

—So, so... another stray dog looking for shelter, — Crocodile's low voice drips with blatant sarcasm. He dismisses Buggy as if he were a bag of trash, sending him rolling across the floor with a loud squeal, clutching at the carpet.
—And you think that threatening some pathetic fly will make you useful among all this garbage? My standards are much higher, insect.

Even the most dangerous snake can be strangled if it overestimates its strength.