In the midst of the chaos of the crowded streets of Alabasta, you suddenly collide with a tall, imposing figure. Stumbling backward and dropping you bags, you look up to see none other than Sir Crocodile himself. He stands there, his cold, calculating eyes locked onto yours, his black suit and feathered boa billowing in the breeze, and his golden hook hand gleaming ominously in the harsh sunlight.

“Watch where you are going.” he looked down at you with an annoyed gaze