Vice-captain of Whitebeard pirates

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Larson asked in surprise, "Are you really going to give up on joining our pirate group because of them?"

"I'm sorry," Rakuyo replied, lowering his head. "Although I really want to join the Whitebeard Pirates—after all, they have done so much for me—I can't abandon them at this time. Please forgive me..."

"What a silly boy," Whitebeard remarked, though a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Larson shook his head, considering the situation. "Forget it. I just remembered that we will need to change to another ship soon, and we should be able to fit in now."

Rakuyo looked up, disbelief written on his face.

Gangplank, who had been behind him, suddenly ran over and put his arms around Rakuyo's shoulders, grinning widely. "Why are you still just standing there? Hurry up and call your brothers over!"

Thatch, who was standing nearby, also wore a happy smile.

It was only then that Rakuyo reacted. Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he exclaimed, "Thank you, thank you, everyone..."

Whitebeard chuckled, saying, "You brat, a man's tears should not be shed so easily."

"Yes, I understand," Rakuyo replied, wiping his tears.

Larson looked at Gangplank and said, "Go accompany Rakuyo to pick up his brothers."

"Yes!" Gangplank replied enthusiastically, still with his arm around Rakuyo's shoulders. "Let's go, brother."

"Okay!" Rakuyo nodded earnestly before heading deeper into the island with Gangplank.

Thatch scratched his head and asked, "Um... should I still look for those treasures?"

Larson sighed and replied, "Forget it, let's not worry about those things. Having LaBelle's head should be enough."

"Let's return to the ship and wait for them," he suggested.

When Larson and the others arrived back at the ship, Marco and the tavern owner were surprised to see how quickly they had returned.

"It's over, it's over! If you came back so soon, you must have escaped without fighting the LaBelle Pirates!" the tavern owner exclaimed, his voice trembling.

Regret filled his heart as he worried about what might happen if the LaBelle Pirates caught up with them later. He realized he wouldn't be able to escape in this sea.

Marco couldn't help but ask, "Why are you back so quickly?"

Thatch smiled and replied, "The trouble has been resolved. Of course, we came back soon."

"Resolved?" his eyes widened. The tavern owner, overhearing Thats words, trembled as he approached Larson.

"What happened to those pirates?" he inquired, anxiety evident in his voice.

Larson smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, the LaBelle Pirates will no longer be a problem here."

The tavern owner stood there in shock, struggling to comprehend the news.

Resolved...

Resolved...

The LaBelle Pirates were truly defeated by them!

Larson didn't pay much attention to the tavern owner's awe. Instead, he turned to Marco and said, "Get ready. We are going to welcome new members."

"New members?" Marco's eyes lit up. "Really? Are we going to have new people aboard again?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Larson replied.

Marco, brimming with excitement, asked, "So, is the newcomer as big as me?"

Larson chuckled and asked, "Why do you always seem to focus on this issue?"

Marco pouted. "How can you ask that? If you hadn't always called me a brat before, I wouldn't care about this!"

The addition of Thats earlier had finally allowed him to shed his embarrassment of being the youngest, but being the second youngest still didn't sit well with him.

Larson pondered seriously and said uncertainly, "You'll have to ask them about that yourself."

"They?" Marco seized on this key point immediately.

He eagerly asked, "Are there many people who want to join our pirate group?"

"Yes," Larson confirmed.

"How many are there in total?" Marco pressed.

Larson began to lose patience after all the questioning. He raised his hand and gently pushed Marco aside. "Where are all these questions coming from? Just wait for me."

After shooing Marco away, Larson settled next to Whitebeard.

Whitebeard smiled and asked, "Why do you look so happy?"

"Can you blame me? Watching our crew grow larger every day is something to smile about!" Larson replied.

"Indeed!" Whitebeard sighed nostalgically. "When we first set out to sea, there were only two of us. Now, the ship is almost overcrowded."

Whitebeard's words resonated with Larson. "It seems we need a bigger boat."

The pirate ship they were currently on was the very one they had seized when they first met Gangplank at sea. While it was roughly the size of a standard pirate ship, the continual growth of the Whitebeard Pirates had nearly reached the vessel's capacity.

Larson sighed wearily. "I have no idea how many brothers that guy Rakuyo might bring along. I hope they don't completely fill the boat!"

At that moment, Larson spotted another ship slowly sailing toward them from the coastline in the distance.

As he looked closer, he realized that both Rakuyo and Gangplank were on that ship.

He laughed. "Those guys are finally here!"

And with their own ship, there was no longer a concern about how many people could fit aboard.

"Everyone, we are here!" Gangplank called out, waving from a distance.

Marco stood on their boat and shouted, "Gangplank, move aside! Don't block my view of my new brother!"

Gangplank merely looked on, speechless.

As the ship approached slowly, Marco wasted no time; he activated his powers and flew directly to Rakuyo's ship.

As soon as he boarded, everyone on that boat felt a wave of nervousness wash over them.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to our pirate group!" Marco announced enthusiastically.

Gangplank introduced Rakuyo, "This is Marco. He's a member of the Whitebeard Pirates."

Rakuyo looked puzzled. "Who is the captain of that crew?"

Before Gangplank could proudly boast, Marco unexpectedly kicked him aside with a swift flying kick.

Ignoring Rakuyo's stunned expression, Marco calmly declared, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I am the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates."

"Is that so...?" Rakuyo muttered, still processing the chaos around him.

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