Vice-captain of Whitebeard pirates

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Should the Whitebeard Pirates change, or should they not? How would they develop in the future?

That was the question that popped into Larson's mind as he headed toward the next island.

Before meeting Whitebeard, he hadn't known what he wanted to do. He was uncertain whether to join the Navy or become a pirate in the future. He felt confused about his path.

But after meeting Whitebeard, he found that he enjoyed the feeling of being with Whitebeard more and more, especially after Marco and Plank joined the crew.

This leisurely and joyful life, filled with daily happiness, genuinely satisfied him.

He discovered that compared to fighting and killing all day long, he preferred this comfortable lifestyle.

Maybe this is why he chose to board Whitebeard's ship instead of Roger's. Besides part of the reason being that he didn't encounter Roger, the larger reason was that he resonated more with Whitebeard.

After gaining powerful abilities, his once swollen ambition had settled into a desire for a peaceful life. Having spent more than 20 years immersed in island life, his mentality resembled that of someone who wished to enjoy retirement after a lifetime of hard work.

He had no interest in Whitebeard's recruitment of his sons; rather, he appreciated the camaraderie they shared, having fun together.

He was not an ambitious person; if he were, he would not have joined the Whitebeard Pirates in the first place. The Whitebeard Pirates he envisioned were in line with the crew's original vision, and it might take a long time—five years, maybe even ten—for them to become what he remembered.

But Larson was willing to put in the work bit by bit for this goal, using his and Whitebeard's powers to protect the joy they had built together.

"I see the island!"

Larson didn't micromanage the ship's route; their current plans were based on Whitebeard's ideas.

"When we get to the island later, Pops and I will head into town to buy supplies. Marco, you and Plank will stay on the ship."

After all, there was so much money on board now, and it would be troublesome if it were stolen while they were away.

Marco protested, "No, I want to go with you!"

Larson raised his eyebrows, but Whitebeard chuckled and said, "Then let's all go together."

Larson sighed and said to Plank, "Then I'll just trouble you on the ship."

"It's fine," Plank said with a smile. "You go your way; I'll definitely take care of things here."

Marco grinned and offered, "If you want to buy anything, just let me know."

Plank thought for a moment and replied, "If you can find a book that improves cooking skills, could you buy me one?"

Everyone felt a chill at that moment, clearly recalling the fear of being overpowered by Plank's culinary skills.

Plank sighed, "I've found my cooking skills have declined lately, so it's necessary to improve."

Marco said tentatively, "Is there still room for improvement in your cooking?"

Gangplank raised an eyebrow. "Who are you looking down on?"

"Cough, cough."

Larson gave Marco a look. "The ship is about to dock; let's go."

Understanding, Marco quickly ran away.

After the others disembarked, Larson lowered his voice and said, "If possible, let's look for a chef on the island."

"Agreed."

"Old Pops," Larson said, "let's go buy some drinks."

"Okay."

"Oh, they've all left," Plank murmured to himself.

After Larson and the others departed, he returned to his room, picked up the navigation manual he had bought before, and began reading it with interest.

Although he had purchased it many days ago and had read it multiple times, Plank always felt like he was reading it anew every time.

Hmm...

This was likely because he had never fully understood it, so each reading felt like the first.

"Well, the wind direction... the weather..."

As he read, an hour slipped by before he realized it.

After studying for two hours straight, Plank began to feel fatigued.

Stretching, he said, "Why haven't those guys returned? What could possibly be taking them so long?"

It was really dull on the ship. Plank strolled over to the side of the vessel, inhaling the sea breeze, and an idea suddenly struck him.

How about taking a little walk around the area?

It wasn't far, so it should be fine.

However, just then, several people approached nearby.

Plank immediately became alert, watching the newcomers from a distance.

"Boss, look! There's a pirate ship over there!"

The leader of the group was a muscular man. Though he stood only about three meters tall, which was not particularly impressive in the world of pirates, he wore a mask made of unknown animal fur over his mouth, resembling a white beard.

"A ship? Where is it?"

When the strong man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There!"

The men pointed in Plank's direction.

"Hey, let's take a look."

They moved toward Plank's ship, and Gangplank jumped off and positioned himself in front of them.

"Stop! What do you want?"

The leader didn't respond, but one of the younger pirates stepped forward.

"You brat, are you blind? Can't you see who we are?"

Plank found this odd. "Who are you?"

He didn't say that no matter how they looked, these people didn't seem like ordinary pirates.

The younger pirate sneered, "Open your eyes and look carefully! We are the Whitebeard Pirates, and this is our boss, Whitebeard, with a bounty of 1.5 billion!"

As he spoke, he stepped aside, revealing the strong man with the fake beard.

"What?"

Plank was taken aback, almost thinking there was something wrong with his ears.

"Haha, look at you getting scared!"

Seeing Plank's expression, the younger pirate laughed maniacally.

The strong man known as "Whitebeard" said impatiently, "Quit the nonsense."

"Yes."

The younger pirate swaggered over to Plank. "Do you know who I am?"

"Who?"

Gangplank scrutinized the little pirate in front of him. An answer formed in his mind, but he was reluctant to accept it.

"Humph! I am the vice-captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, Larson, with a bounty of 1 billion! This pirate ship now belongs to us, the Whitebeard Pirates. We are ruthless and kill without blinking an eye. If you don't want to die, get lost."

This was the first time Gangplank had heard someone boast about killing without flinching.

It was incredible how many imitators bore the name of the Whitebeard Pirates now that they had become renowned.

Gangplank looked at the little pirate claiming to be Larson and at the "Whitebeard" behind him, feeling a surge of anger. It felt as if they were tarnishing the pride he held dear, disrespecting what was theirs. The idea that these phonies could perpetrate heinous acts under the Whitebeard name simmered his anger.

Especially when thinking that the people they harmed would mistakenly believe that these wrongdoings were committed by the real Whitebeard Pirates, it left Gangplank even more enraged.

He took a deep breath and refrained from immediately punishing these impostors. Instead, he pointed at the pirate flag on his ship behind him and said to the "Larson" in front of him: "Look at that."

"Larson" glanced over subconsciously. At that moment, everything shifted. He suddenly widened his eyes and blurted out, "Oh no, Boss! We've met a colleague!"

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