Tales

Title: Tales
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: Sir Crocodile isn't as ruthless as they say. He doesn't only care about himself. In fact, he cares about his adoptive family. This is the tale of Crocodile and his family. [Rewrite of The Tale of Crocodile and Alligator] [Rewrite of the Tales Universe]


September 1486
Crat
ón/Crocodile: 8 years old
Alistair/Alligator: 2 months old

A month had passed and their food and water supplies were getting nearly gone. Catarina wanted to give her sons all of the food and let herself starve, but Alligator was unable to consume solid foods yet and relied solely on her for breast milk. She had to eat too in order to feed Alligator.

It was September 5th. It was a day that was supposed to be happy and there was supposed to be a party. Instead, Crocodile spent his eighth birthday on a small boat with his mother and baby brother, all three of them starving. Crocodile curled into a tight ball, biting his lip to prevent his whimpering from being heard. His stomach was in pain due to hunger.

'I wish that someone would save us…'

The next day, it was as if Crocodile's wish came true. A fishing boat that was passing by had noticed the trio's smaller boat and brought them aboard. They gave them food, water, a warm bed, and a ride to the nearest island free of charge. Catarina and Crocodile were forever thankful to the fishermen. If they hadn't found them, they would have surely died.

The island that the three had been brought to was small. It only had a single village surrounded by a forest that encompassed the rest of the island. The village was relatively peaceful and welcomed Catarina and her sons. Catarina got a job working at the orphanage and the three of them lived with the orphans and other workers.

Crocodile didn't get along well with the other children. The other kids were afraid of him, his eyes being sharp and constantly appearing as if he was glaring. Actually, most of the time he was glaring at them. He didn't understand why his mother trusted the strangers. These children were not worthy of her presence. The fishermen had saved them and earned his respect. The only thing these kids did was whine and cry whenever they had such minor injuries such as falling down or getting a papercut. They were weak.

Crocodile hated the weak. They shouldn't live in this world. The weak would only whine about how life was unfair. They wouldn't actually do shit about changing their status. These orphans would cry if they didn't get their dessert. Crocodile, his brother, and their mother had suffered starvation prior to being rescued. He wanted to kill these kids but he knew better. If he killed them, the villagers would hate them and drive him and his family out. They had nowhere else to go so he restrained himself.

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October 1486
Crat
ón/Crocodile: 8 years old
Alistair/Alligator: 3 months old

They had been living in the village for a month now. Crocodile often took his brother with him whenever his mother was too busy with the other children. He explored parts of the forest but never ventured too far in. He would eventually find a way back but he didn't know the dangers of the forest. The land was still mostly new to him and he didn't want to take the risk, especially if Alligator was with him.

During one of these outings, he was sitting beneath a tree with Alligator, taking in the scenery. His sharp hearing caught the sound of rustling nearby. Being a Dispari, he had stronger senses than the average human. Sniffing the air, he deemed the person not a threat. He recognized the scent as one of the many children from the orphanage.

"You're too noisy," Crocodile said, not even bothering to look in the direction of the kid.

"I am not noisy!" A girl around Crocodile's age came out from a bush. "I was quiet! You shouldn't have been able to hear me!"

"You were constantly moving around in that bush," Crocodile commented.

"Hmph!" The girl huffed, turning around. "And here I was thinking I'd be nice to you and become your friend. No wonder the other kids don't like you,"

"What is a friend?"

The girl turned to him in shock. She thought that she had misheard or that Crocodile was joking, but the confused expression the boy had told her that he was being truthful. "You don't know what a friend is?"

"Are you deaf?" Crocodile snorted. "I asked you what a friend is,"

The girl glared at him but sighed. "A friend is a person who you are friendly to,"

"Friendly?" Crocodile questioned.

The girl let out a sound of frustration and rubbed her hair. "Ugh! How do I explain this?" She sat down beside Crocodile. "A friend is…someone you have a bond with,"

"So Alligator is my friend then," Crocodile looked down at the younger boy.

"No, he's your brother so he doesn't count," The girl corrected. "Friends are typically those that are not related to you. Take me and you for example. You and I can be friends,"

Crocodile gave her an unamused expression. "I've only lived with you for a month. I do not even know your name. I do not even know much about you. Why the hell would I want to be your friend?"

"We can get to know each other," The girl responded.

"You said a friend is someone you have a bond with," Crocodile pointed out. "I don't have a bond with you,"

"Explanations are too complicated!" The girl replied. "So do you want to be my friend?" She held her hand out to him.

"No," Crocodile flat out refused.

"Well too bad!" The girl declared. "I, Luna, am officially your first friend!"

"I refuse,"

"I refuse your refusal!"

"That does not make any sense at all," Crocodile rolled his eyes.

"I get that a lot," Luna grinned.

"I'm sure you do,"


Arc I will mainly be about Crocodile's childhood on this island.