Pirate: Vice-Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates

"Hello, hello, my name is Marco. Let's take good care of each other from now on."

Marco didn't care about his identity as the captain of the first team because of Gangplank's attitude towards him. He also saw that there were only four of them in the Whitebeard Pirates now, and his captain of the first team was a complete joke. It just sounds nicer.

Moreover, he saw that Plank must have been on this ship for a while, and it would be foolish for him to point fingers at others because of Larson's joke.

At this time, Larson said from a distance: "Planck, sail the ship!"

"Yes!"

Planck immediately agreed.

Looking at the busy Plank, Marco looked at Larson curiously: "Is there anything I can do?"

Larson, who was exercising his muscles with dumbbells, thought for a moment and asked, "Have you learned anything before?"

Marco scratched his head: "When I was on the island, I studied medical skills for a while with a master..."

Larson: "...Forget it, the captain said you are a devil fruit user. What devil fruit did you eat?"

It's really interesting for Larson to pretend that he doesn't know even though everything is clear.

"I don't know what kind of fruit I ate..."

Marco was a little embarrassed.

Larson said: "Now release your ability and show me."

Speaking of devil fruits, Whitebeard walked out of the cabin with interest, carrying a barrel of wine.

Marco closed his eyes, and the next second his body suddenly ignited with blue flames.

He opened his eyes again and looked at Larson and Whitebeard in front of him: "This is my Devil Fruit ability."

Whitebeard frowned: "The flame doesn't have any temperature, it doesn't seem to be natural."

Larson pretended to be thoughtful: "This should be an animal-type fruit."

"Animals?"

Whitebeard was a little surprised. He had certainly seen what an animal fruit looked like. It would make the user's body look like an animal, but it was obvious that the characteristics of the Marko fruit were not like any other animal.

"Animal type of phantom beast, Phoenix fruit, this is the fruit he should eat."

Then, Larson told about the power of this fruit, which made Marco unable to close his mouth.

Marco's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it: "I'm so strong!!"

"It's your Devil Fruit that's strong."

Larson corrected.

According to Marco's description, he had just taken this fruit recently, and he did not suffer any injuries after taking it. This is why he never knew the power of his fruit.

Larson rubbed Marco's head and said with a smile: "Kid, this fruit of yours is very powerful. You must develop it well."

Marco was dissatisfied: "Can you stop calling me kid all the time? I have a name!"

Larson smiled and said: "Whenever you can beat me, let me change the name you call me!"

Marco was instantly discouraged. Considering the strength Larson showed when he took action against the pirate before, he doubted that he would be able to defeat Larson in this life.

"Marco!"

Marco looked up and saw Whitebeard grinning at him.

"Dad..."

Whitebeard's tall body stood up, so Marco could only look up at him.

"Work hard to become a strong man on this sea. I believe you will be able to defeat Larson one day!"

Marco clenched his fists, as if blood was burning in his heart, and he shouted: "Yes!"

Larson said with a smile: "Captain, he just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

"slightly!"

Marco stuck out his tongue at Larson and then ran away.

"This kid."

Larson shook his head helplessly.

"Dad, where should we go next?"

Marco turned around and shouted in the distance. This was also the question that Plank asked him to help convey.

Whitebeard looked at Larson: "Larson, where are you going?"

"You decide where to go."

Larson said: "You are the captain, do you think it is reasonable for you to ask me this kind of question?"

He wanted Whitebeard to decide his own itinerary, mainly because he felt that if he sailed according to Whitebeard's ideas, he should be able to meet the crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates in his memory.

Without any hesitation, Whitebeard pointed his naginata forward: "It doesn't matter where he goes, just move forward!"

This is Whitebeard's character and the special thing about the Whitebeard Pirates. They have no purpose and just go wherever they go.

"Let's sail!"

As Marco's excited voice sounded, the Whitebeard Pirates set sail towards the sea again!

One day later...

"cheers!"

"drink!"

"Continued Cup!"

"Kid, when the wine is gone, move another bucket!"

On the pirate ship, Larson looked at the empty wine glass with a dissatisfied expression on his chair.

Marco's gnashing of teeth was heard in the distance: "Why can't you just take it!"

Marco, with his thin body, was carrying a huge wine barrel that completely did not match his frame.

Bang!

As soon as the barrel was placed on the ground, Marco sat down on the ground, out of breath from exhaustion.

Larson said with a smile: "You have the lowest status on this ship now, so you can only work as a coolie."

Marco was dissatisfied: "Glank is still a crew member, and I am still the captain of the first team, so can I order him?"

Planck in the distance said sheepishly: "Let me do all the work in the future."

"Need not."

Larson smiled and narrowed his eyes: "From now on, you will be the captain of the second division."

Plank was stunned, and Marco was also dumbfounded.

The white-bearded man who was also lying on the Grand Master's chair next to Larson couldn't help laughing.

Marco's expression was so wonderful at this moment. It was only now that he realized that his position as captain of the first team seemed to be a joke.

In other words, whether his position is effective or not is entirely a matter of Larson's mouth.

Marco walked away dejectedly, hiding in a corner and doubting life. He was mourning the gold coins he had lost.

However, at this moment, several seagulls suddenly flew from the sky, and newspapers fell from the sky, landing on Larson's pirate ship.

"what?"

Marco took a picture and glanced at it casually, but his expression froze in the next second.

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, one billion!"

He looked at the two men in the distance who were lying on the imperial chair and drinking leisurely. He couldn't help but look at the newspaper in his hand, and his expression gradually solidified.

"What's wrong kid?"

At this time Larson looked over at him with a frown.

"No, it's fine."

Marco swallowed and tried to hide his abnormality.

Larson said lazily: "The wine is almost finished, you can go and move another bucket."

"Okay, okay."

This time Marco got up and went without any delay.

Larson was a little surprised: "This kid has changed his temper?"

Just as this happened, a gust of wind blew the newspapers on the deck over.

Larson grabbed one, and then he understood what caused Marco's change of attitude.

"What's wrong Larson?"

Seeing Larson's lack of movement, Whitebeard looked over in confusion.

"fine."

Larson threw the newspaper away and let it float to the sea in the wind.

He looked at the sea in the distance with a smile on his face: "In this case, Auntie and the others should be safe."