Pirate: Vice-Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates

(The previous chapter about writing about moon steps has been revised. I blame it for not being strict enough.)

"Isn't it just a casual question? Why is there such a big reaction?"

Whitebeard smiled and said: "Let's get down to business, what gift should I prepare for the child when we meet for the first time?"

The word "bad friend" is the best way to describe the current white beard.

Larson finally couldn't help it this time: "I really don't have a daughter, you must not listen to her nonsense!"

"Come on." Marco said from a distance: "People call you daddy. If you weren't her daddy, who would be so shameless about being called daddy, right Plank?"

Planck, who had tried his best to reduce his presence, suddenly trembled. He turned around and said with a smile, "I don't know either."

"Ugh."

Larson sighed, the scene in front of him was so familiar, just like when he brought Gion back and they insisted on what they wanted to do to Gion, he couldn't argue at all then and now.

He didn't say much, just lay down on the Taishi chair and closed his eyes to rest: "Who would joke with you about such a thing?"

Whitebeard thought about it and felt that it made sense. He knew Larson and knew that Larson was not that kind of person.

Only Marco felt that Larson was deliberately unwilling to admit it.

After a while, Larson said: "Marco, go and take out the knife in the cabin."

In addition to the Sharingan, Larson is also very skilled in swordsmanship. Although no teacher has ever taught him swordsmanship, thanks to the Sharingan, he can copy other people's movements as long as they have done it once.

There are quite a few pirates who have come to the island over the years who know swordsmanship. Although their swordsmanship is not very good, fortunately there are enough copies. After Larson integrated and improved these many swordsmanship, his own Swordsmanship has reached a very terrifying level.

It is not too much to say that he is now a great swordsman.

It's just a pity that he hasn't had a handy weapon for such a long time. The knife he bought at the island weapons store before was already the best knife there, but it was just an ordinary knife. The supreme sharp sword like Vastu is completely incomparable.

Now that he has finally encountered a supremely sharp knife, Larson naturally wants to possess it.

Marco, who had long been accustomed to being ordered around, very obediently went to the cabin to help Larson get the knife.

Entering the cabin, Marco saw Gion kneeling there motionless and also saw Kimpira on the stool.

"Uh hey hey, hello."

Marco did not go to get the knife immediately, but greeted Gion.

Marco was still very interested in this girl who suddenly appeared and was most likely Larson's daughter.

But he didn't get a response from Gion.

Marco scratched his head, like a shy boy who was not good at communicating with girls: "Well, if you are thirsty or hungry, you can tell me."

But Gion still knelt there without saying a word, without any response.

Seeing her like this, Marco didn't ask for trouble, picked up the Jinpilao on the ground and walked outside.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Marco stopped suddenly and looked back in surprise: "Are you finally willing to speak?"

Gion looked up at him, with sadness still lingering in his eyes.

"Can you help me get this to my dad?"

Marco's eyes suddenly lit up and he walked back quickly: "Of course, what do you want to give him?"

"this picture."

Gion didn't know how. As soon as she finished speaking, a picture floated out of her arms and landed on the ground.

Marco stared at the photo on the ground with wide eyes: "Larson is really such a person!"

With that said, he bent down to pick up the photo and ran out angrily.

On the deck, Larson, who was clinking glasses with Whitebeard, suddenly heard Marco's angry voice in his ears: "Larson, you are really going too far!"

Marco's voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Larson looked at Marco walking towards him and said speechlessly: "Why are you so angry?"

"Dad, look at him!"

This time Mark was smarter and no longer faced Larson alone, but instead put on a white beard.

Marco brought the photo he took from Gion to Whitebeard: "Dad, that girl gave this to me."

"what?"

Larson raised his eyebrows: "What is it, show me."

As he said that, he reached out to grab it.

Marco quickly dodges with the photo: "You want to destroy the evidence, I can't give it to you."

Larson said: "To destroy your size, I want to see what the female marine showed you."

"no way!"

Marco held the photo tightly in his arms and looked at Larson warily.

"Marco, show me what that is."

Whitebeard's interest was also piqued, and he reached out and took the photo from Marco's hand.

Marco naturally had to listen to Whitebeard, and he originally wanted to show Whitebeard the photo.

Larson also wanted to see what was in the photo, but Marco stopped him with open arms, as if he was telling Larson that if he could take one step closer to the photo, he would lose.

If Larson really wanted to go over, Marco would naturally not be able to stop him, but Larson would feel guilty if he went over at this time, so he did not force his way over, but just stood there.

Plank also walked over curiously at this time. Marco did not stop him. He came to Whitebeard and squatted down to look at the photo.

The next second, his and Whitebeard's expressions became particularly wonderful at the same time.

"what happened?"

Seeing the changing expressions of the two people, Larson suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Whitebeard was silent for two seconds: "Larson, you'd better see for yourself."

With Whitebeard's words, Marco didn't dare to stop Larson anymore.

Whitebeard handed the photo to Larson. When Larson saw the photo, his expression froze.

"This this this..."

He spat out a few of these words, but the rest of the words just couldn't come out.

Whitebeard stared at Larson's face, consciously telling him that Larson should not be this kind of person, but the evidence was right in front of him.

Larson's hand holding the photo gradually tightened, and the photo gradually deformed in his hand.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he still couldn't understand the unexplainable photo.

The photo slipped from his hand and fell on the deck.

The photo that made everyone change their expressions was not a terrifying scene, but just a photo of a middle-aged man holding a four- or five-year-old child.

It's just that that man has an almost identical face to Larson!