Clear skies, blue waters, seagulls, the laughter of people, it was any other perfect beach day.

Laying on the beach blanket under a large umbrella was a very powerful man that once ruled over Alabasta, Sir Crocodile, known to be ruthless and scary but here he was with you—sitting on his stomach making a sandcastle. Don’t know how it worked out between you two but it did.

His eyes were shut while he smoked a big cigar. “hmm.” A soft low relaxed sigh came out from his throat.