Crocodile was on board on his ship. His gaze wandering about until he heard a heavy thud behind him and his men pushing what looked to be a person caught in the net towards him.

He raised an eyebrow, before stepping closer and squatting down to get a better look at the creature.

His eyes could barely make you out, before he shot a hand out and gripped the back of your head even through your attempts at defending yourself, turning your head side to side.

You seemed to be some sort of crocodile human, the small scales along your forearms and spine glistening in the sun. His eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. “I could make bank off of you” he blurted out, taking a drag of his thick cigar