The World Economy News Paper headquarters was never silent, not even in the dead of night. The massive, bustling newsroom operated like a beast with a thousand mouths, constantly fed new information from the farthest corners of the world. But tonight, there was something in the air—an electric charge that sent reporters scurrying, typewriters clacking, and Den Den Mushi buzzing with urgency.
At the center of it all, perched in his grand office, was Big News Morgans.
The massive albatross mink sat at his desk, sharp talons drumming against the mahogany surface as he scanned the latest reports. His beady eyes gleamed behind his thick round glasses, his sharp beak clicking in anticipation.
"Boss!" A frantic reporter burst into the room, breathless and wild-eyed. "You're not gonna believe this! We've got a confirmed sighting of him!"
Morgans didn't look up immediately. He was a patient bird, but his feathers ruffled at the excitement in his underling's voice. "Which him, Jenkins?" he asked, though deep down, he already had a feeling.
The journalist smacked a fresh report onto the desk, panting. "Sir Crocodile. He's back. And he wasn't hiding in some backwater, either—he made a scene in Serapha."
The room was silent for exactly two seconds before Morgans let out a sharp, delighted laugh, his massive wings flaring slightly. "Gyahahaha! Now that's what I like to hear!"
He snatched up the report with a swift motion, eyes scanning the details. His grin widened with every line he read. "Parading through the wealthiest streets of Serapha, strutting around a casino like he never lost a damn thing—and with a woman on his arm?"
He slammed the paper down with a thud, rattling his inkwell.
"Get me everything on this woman!" he barked, already imagining the headlines. "Who is she? Where did she come from? What's her connection to Crocodile? Is she a business partner, a new Shichibukai queen, or just another pretty thing he's sunk his claws into?"
Jenkins gulped. "Sir, no one's entirely sure yet. The sources say she carries herself like nobility, but she's not one of the usual high-profile players in the Grand Line."
Morgans' beak clicked thoughtfully. "Not the usual suspects, huh? Interesting. That means she is someone, but she's been operating in the shadows." His mind raced, already piecing together theories.
He grabbed his Den Den Mushi, turning the receiver toward his beak. "Start digging! I want records, history, bounties if she's got one! And get me eyes in Serapha—if Crocodile's re-emerging, that means something big is brewing. We get ahead of this, we own the damn story!"
"Yes, sir!" The room burst into action, reporters scrambling, phone lines lighting up like a festival.
Morgans leaned back in his chair, his grin stretching wide.
"Sir Crocodile, back in the public eye... This changes everything."
His mind raced with possibilities.
The last time Crocodile was seen, he had been licking his wounds from the Marineford War, his empire in shambles. He had vanished, as many had expected, swallowed up by the chaos of the New Era. But if he was back now—and not just back, but bold—then something was stirring in the underworld.
And Morgans was going to be the first to get the full story.
He tapped his talons on the desk, the headline already forming in his mind.
"Sir Crocodile Resurfaces! But Who Is The Mystery Woman At His Side?"
Oh, this was going to sell millions.
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A Bride for the Desert King | Crocodile
Fanfiction"Marry me," she commanded, almost. Crocodile narrowed his eyes at the impertinence of the woman who stood in front of him. "Ara," he heard Ms All Sunday mutter amusedly. "Who are you?" "Sineka Duskblade," she replied.
