Sand Crocodile

In the New World, on the Moby Dick, Locke and Whitebeard enjoyed their wine and indulged in various delicacies. The entire pirate crew was engrossed in the lively feast.

Ten kilometres away from them, a pirate ship with a crocodile emblem was speeding across the sea, heading towards them.

"Captain Crocodile, are you serious? That's Whitebeard we're talking about!" a trembling pirate asked Crocodile. Regardless of how they looked at it, they couldn't believe their captain stood a chance against Whitebeard, even with his rare Logia-type Devil Fruit ability.

"Hmph, spare me the chatter. You lot just need to obediently follow my decisions!" Crocodile glared fiercely at his subordinates, his gaze fixed on the approaching Moby Dick.

Unnoticed by Crocodile, a stubborn and ruthless gleam flashed in the eyes of his crew members as he spoke. Soon, their warship neared Moby Dick.

"Everyone, prepare the cannons! Fire at will; sink them!" Crocodile ordered with an icy tone. However, after his command, no one moved. All the pirates on the ship aimed their weapons at him.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die?" Crocodile glared at his subordinates, who surrounded him with their weapons.

"Crocodile! You bastard, if you want to die, don't drag us down! We joined you to get treasure, not to die!"

"That's right, we followed you because you were strong, not to throw our lives away!"Die, Crocodile! Rather than dying with you, we'd join Whitebeard's crew!"

"Let's go! Take him down together!" The pirates roared, swinging their swords and weapons at Crocodile simultaneously.

"You scoundrels! You all deserve to die!" The Crocodile growled lowly, turning into a vast expanse of yellow sand.

"Heavy Sandstorm!"

"Boom!" The airborne yellow sand transformed into a massive sandstorm, defeating and killing many pirates. Under his attack, the pirate ship disintegrated into pieces of wood.

"Damn it! This monster!"

"Quick, bring the water! He's afraid of water!" The remaining dozen pirates frantically tried to escape while searching for water bottles.

"Desert God's Golden Blades!"

The widespread yellow sand condensed into several enormous, sharp blades, instantly slaying the remaining pirates. 

Quickly dealing with his treacherous subordinates, Crocodile snorted disdainfully and transformed his entire body into a sea of yellow sand, flying towards Moby Dick.

"Hey, something is flying towards us!" Members of the Whitebeard Pirates, who were enjoying the feast, suddenly noticed a blurry figure rapidly approaching.

"What?!"

"Enemy attack! Prepare to defend!" As the pirates scrambled to action, the other Whitebeard Pirates' officers stood silently, looking at the incoming figure.

"Who's this fool? Is he so ignorant to attack the Whitebeard Pirates alone?" Marco lazily stood up, his entire body enveloped in blue flames, and flew towards the sky, heading for Crocodile.

However, what awaited him was a massive desert tornado. "Hey, hey! Such an exaggerated attack; is it that super rookie, Crocodile?" 

Marco exclaimed in surprise, staring at the enormous desert tornado before charging straight into it, enduring the damage and arriving in front of Crocodile.

"Hey, Crocodile, you're being too arrogant!" he shouted.

"Phoenix Brand!"

"Hmph!" Crocodile snorted and clashed his golden-hooked left hand fiercely with Marco's kick.

"Boom!" The vast yellow sand and blue flames scattered in the air. After the collision, both of them staggered backwards.

"Hmph! I didn't come here for you! Get out of my way!" Saying this, several giant sand tornadoes condensed in Crocodile's palm.

"Sabotage!" The crocodile grunted, throwing the sand tornadoes at Marco. "Damn it! You won't succeed!" However, Marco's growls couldn't stop the onslaught of the sand tornadoes. 

In an instant, Marco found himself trapped by several enormous sand tornadoes, unable to intervene in time to stop Crocodile.

Having efficiently dealt with Marco, Crocodile snorted and rushed towards Moby Dick. By now, all the pirates on the Moby Dick were prepared to defend themselves.

"Gulalalalala, here comes an interesting little devil," Whitebeard said as he stood up, lifted his Supreme Grade Greatsword Murakumogiri, and walked step by step towards Crocodile.

Seeing Whitebeard leave, Locke finished his wine in his bowl. "Whitebeard, you protect your sons too well, to the point where they've all forgotten the cruelty of this sea," Locke said calmly.

"In this sea, only the strong survive."