Sakazuki

Sakazuki stepped off the gangplank, his boots thudding against the dock as he muttered curses under his breath. A thin line of smoke trailed from the cigar clenched between his teeth, swirling in the salty sea breeze.

"Hey, you!" he barked at a nearby Marine, not bothering to hide his irritation. "Report to HQ that we've docked. Now." The Marine scrambled to obey, and Sakazuki took a deep drag from his cigar, exhaling slowly as he started walking forward. His gaze swept over the workers and sailors bustling around, loading and unloading cargo, shouting orders, and haggling over prices. None of it interest him. He pushed through the throng, with a scowl etched on his face, ignoring the gawking civilians and hurriedly saluting subordinates.