In Cross Guild's vibrant stronghold, treasures glint as Buggy juggles with flamboyant finesse for his cheering crew, his distant boisterous laughter piercing the ambiance
Crocodile's (somewhat)quiet, candlelit office accentuates his gleaming golden hook; he smokes a cigar, the scent stirring the room. On a nearby couch, Mihawk's sharp gaze examines his black blade as he polishes it carefully
Mirth, power, and ambition coalesce as these pirates prepare to sail for the One Piece...
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