The cage of hatred and love

Naive and Faith and Love

More than two decades ago...

The sea swung the pirates' boat back and forth. The sun was high in the sky and was pleasant on his tanned skin. The crocodile longed for his native sun.
His desert island was so far away, it had taken him several weeks to get to Loguetown, which lay on the Eastblue. But even though Alabasta was not yet his, he could feel the sand forming, it would not be long now.

His ship, which he accelerated through his powers by creating sand storms around it, increased in speed. His combed back hair bobbed in the wind and the smoke of his cigar disappeared in the wind. ,,The old man is really dying," he muttered calmly, but he still felt that things were about to change. Sir Crocodile was not stupid, everyone who had any understanding knew that with the death of the pirate king a new age would dawn. The age of the pirates.
In the meantime, Sir Crocodile went back inside his ship.

There he had the newspaper in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left. He sipped the red liquid from time to time and enjoyed its sweetness. Even if he did not want to confess it to himself, he knew that he sipped the wine too often and pulled too often on his cigar, which he always had with him. He always told himself that this was to calm his nerves, which was true - an insignificant shake would otherwise grip his fingers. A weakness he could not and would not admit to himself. Besides, almost every pirate drank more than he should have, if he cared.
The only thing that interested him were the meetings and business on the island.

 
His company was already under construction and the incorporation of Alabasta was the next step. He had money, was powerful and influential and that although he was only twenty. He finished the glass and folded up the newspaper, leaving the printed face from Roger on the table. Instead, he went out on deck and looked at the sun and the island ahead of him. "Too green" he thought when he saw what was probably a spring or summer island. But it didn't bother him, rather it was that he was out of his element.

 
Of course he could create as much sand as he wanted at any time, but when he had it around him he felt stronger. He guessed since he had eaten the devil fruit that it was due to the Logia type. However, he thought about it another time and let his ship come closer to the island before he called the sand back to him and let it disappear in his hand. With a small thudding sound the wood crashed against the stone pier. Then he dissolved into sand before manifesting itself again on the mainland.

 
Shortly his crocodile-like grin stole on his lips he loved this trick.
He knew exactly where he was going and just had to follow the people into the city. Everyone wanted to go to the one place where it started and where it would end today.
The people hardly noticed him and when they recognized him they kept their distance. Even the Marines did not do anything against him. Only when he arrived at the main square did he simply stand in the crowd for protection. It was clear that the navy would do nothing against the pirates here for now, but it would be extremely unfortunate to do anything. The smoke from his cigar rose into the sky and his dark eyes flew over the people.

But he did not recognize many of them, besides a man in a green hood, he saw two children that he could assign to Roger's gang. He also saw the ruler of the Thriller Bark and the legendary swordsman Mihawk. But his eyes lingered for a moment on a young man, biting lightly on his cigar. "So he's here, too, and he hasn't changed," he said, taking his eyes off the teenager who was leaning against the wall of the house, watching from behind his sunglasses, when he heard footsteps and chains. Gold. D. Roger the pirate king was led by two marines to the scaffold where he knelt down.
He followed it with his eyes and besides the shouting, crying and pleading sounds he heard the crying of the two children. And something else a quiet giggle and he knew exactly from whom it came. "He should at least have some respect stupid boy" he thought and stroked his rings with his left hand.