Logan leaned against the railing of the dock, staring at the massive plank of Thousand-Year Adam Tree wood that now rested securely in his possession. The material was legendary—strong enough to withstand the fiercest storms and the most brutal battles. It was the foundation for the ship he envisioned, a vessel that could carry him through the Grand Line and beyond.
But he wasn't naive. Even with his skills as a shipwright, crafting a ship from this wood was a monumental task. He needed a master shipwright, someone with the expertise and experience to bring his dream to life.
Ragnarok Island was a den of criminals and opportunists, but if anyone knew where to find a skilled shipwright, they'd be here. Logan decided to start his search in the heart of the lawless town.
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The taverns were lively, as always, filled with raucous laughter, drunken shouts, and the occasional brawl. Logan moved quietly, listening to conversations and gathering information. His Observation Haki helped him pick out useful snippets amidst the noise.
"Did you hear? Old man Harrow's still hiding out at the edge of town."
"Harrow? That washed-up shipwright?"
"Washed-up or not, he's the best there is. Built some of the finest pirate ships this side of the North Blue."
"Yeah, but he won't work for anyone anymore. Says he's done with the pirate life."
Logan's interest piqued. A master shipwright who had turned his back on pirates? That sounded promising.
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After hours of searching, Logan found himself standing in front of a modest workshop on the outskirts of Ragnarok Island. The building was sturdy but weathered, with tools and scraps of wood scattered around the yard.
He knocked on the door, and after a moment, it creaked open.
An older man with a grizzled beard and sharp, calculating eyes peered out. He wore a simple shirt and trousers, his hands rough from years of labor.
"What do you want?" the man asked, his tone gruff.
"Are you Harrow?" Logan asked.
"Depends who's asking."
"The guy who just bought a plank of Thousand-Year Adam Tree wood," Logan replied, gesturing to the cart behind him. "And I need someone who knows how to handle it."
Harrow's eyes narrowed, scanning Logan from head to toe. "Thousand-Year Adam, huh? That's no small material. What's a bounty hunter like you want with a ship made of that?"
Logan smiled faintly. "Let's just say I've got big plans. I need a ship that can handle the Grand Line and whatever comes after."
Harrow's gaze grew sharp. "Big dreams, huh? You remind me of someone I once knew."
"Yeah?" Logan asked.
Harrow nodded, his voice softening slightly. "I used to work with Tom, the greatest shipwright the world has ever known. Together, we built Oro Jackson, the ship that carried Gol D. Roger to Raftel. That was a long time ago, though. These days, I keep to myself. The pirate life doesn't interest me anymore."
Logan's heart raced. Harrow wasn't just a master shipwright—he was a legend.
"Then you know exactly what it takes to build a ship worthy of adventure," Logan said. "I've got the material, the money, and the drive. I just need your expertise."
Harrow studied him for a long moment before sighing. "Alright. But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. No shortcuts. No excuses."
Logan grinned. "Deal."
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Inside Harrow's workshop, Logan laid out his vision.
"I want something unique," Logan said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "A ship that's fast, durable, and capable of striking fear into anyone who sees it."
Harrow listened intently as Logan described a ship from his memories: the Black Pearl from Pirates of the Caribbean.
"It'll have a sleek black hull, with dark sails to match," Logan explained, sketching out the design on a piece of parchment. "It'll be elegant and intimidating, with an air of mystery about it. And we'll use the Adam wood for the keel to make sure it can survive anything the Grand Line throws at it."
Harrow raised an eyebrow. "You've got quite the imagination. But I like it. The Black Pearl, huh? Sounds fitting for a ship with your ambitions."
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Over the next few weeks, Logan and Harrow worked tirelessly on the ship.
Harrow's experience was invaluable. He guided Logan through the delicate process of shaping the Adam wood, ensuring every piece fit perfectly. Logan's own skills as a shipwright came in handy as well, and the two of them developed a rhythm, working side by side from dawn until dusk.
As the ship began to take shape, it became clear that the Black Pearl would be a masterpiece. Its sleek black hull gleamed in the sunlight, and its dark sails gave it an imposing presence. The interior was just as impressive, with reinforced storage holds, comfortable crew quarters, and a spacious captain's cabin that Logan designed himself.
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When the ship was finally complete, it was a sight to behold.
Logan stood on the deck, running his hands along the polished wood. The Black Pearl was everything he had imagined and more. Harrow had even added his own touches, reinforcing the ship's structure and optimizing its speed and maneuverability.
"What do you think?" Harrow asked, his voice tinged with pride.
Logan smiled, his claws retracting as he clenched his fists in excitement. "She's perfect."
The Black Pearl wasn't just a ship—it was a symbol of Logan's journey, his determination, and the adventures that lay ahead.
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As Logan prepared to set sail, he turned to Harrow.
"Thanks for everything," Logan said. "I wouldn't have been able to do this without you."
Harrow waved him off. "Just don't sink her, alright? And if you make it to the Grand Line, tell the world the Black Pearl was built by someone who once worked with Tom."
"You got it," Logan said with a grin.
With the wind in its sails and Logan at the helm, the Black Pearl left Ragnarok Island behind. The open sea stretched before him, filled with danger, opportunity, and the promise of adventure.
"Time to make history," Logan said, steering his ship toward the horizon.
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To Be Continued…