Sands Of Hell | A Small Crocodile Fanfic

Sands Of Hell

His land was owned by a madman. Then why is it his land? You see, it was stolen. From under his very nose this one man dried the pockets of his citizens, literally. Crocodile now had the man under his control. Using him. Drowning his wealth and his soul. Crocodile made so look like it was the poor man whom donned the evil shadow. He was doomed. Lost of hope.

The man with the hook
His glare of a look

He knew all to well
The fear he put in dwell

The many people rebelled, not knowing of the poor man's innocence. They vowed to get revenge on a lie they knew not was there. Crocodile was a monster, wise end cunning. Without a care, he'd get what he wanted.

The desert he so lavished
His enemies tarnished

Thrown to the wayside
Swept away by the tide

He is a cruel man indeed. Money. Wealth. Was this what he wanted? Little is known of his true objectives. His true intentions. The land is drying up. The people deprived of hope. And there is a war coming. A pointless one. But to him, mere pleasures of excitement. Whom will be brave enough to stop this man? Who will stop this war? Who will save the innocence of the people who so drive to their end?

This is a pointless war. Where many lives will fall upon both sides. It's what this man wants, to steal the country. The land.

The Straw Hats heading their way
A reminder of what they had to say

Not all is lost here
For all you hold dear

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I hope you enjoyed this small fanfic of Crocodile. One of my favourite villains. Can't beat Doffy I'm afraid. Sorry Crocodile-san.