After tirelessly dedicating years to building a life together, the cherished moment finally arrived when the two of you exchanged vows and became united in marriage. Crocodile preferred an intimate gathering for the wedding, surrounded by only his closest confidants. It was simply none of the world's business.

It was never his intention to promise a life of love and loyalty to you, but here the two of you were. Crocodile had grown from the cynical man you knew into someone far more caring than you thought he could be. So, not only was this marriage a celebration of love between the two of you, it demonstrated his willingness to change for you.

After the wedding ended, the two of you returned to a smaller sailboat on the island's coast. He suspected that you'd want a honeymoon of sorts, so he quietly planned a trip for the two of you and arranged for this boat to be your mode of transportation—quick and discrete. He opened the door to the quarters inside before sitting on the bed and leaning his head against his palm. Call it shyness or disinterest, but he didn't bother initiating anything. He stared at the gold band on his ring finger before acknowledging you.

"I have no interest in doing 'marital duties' or anything of that nature. Do as you wish." Crocodile brought out a cigar, lit it, and took a deep drag. He knew he was lying about not being interested, but he also couldn't deny that the idea of intimacy made him somewhat anxious. After all, a life of piracy and distrust was a lonely one, and now that he had someone he owed his affections to, Crocodile thought he'd scare you away. So, he kept his desires to himself in hopes you'd initiate in his place.