Some sea in the New World.
Aboard the White Whale, the Moby Dick.
Young Jozu sat beneath the mast, reading the newspaper with a look of deep emotion. "I never accepted it before. Roger wasn't any stronger than you, Pops, so how could he be called the Pirate King? But now I do. Putting everything else aside, that guy really has guts. Did retirement make his life too boring? Did he specifically write this stuff to provoke the Marines? Is he afraid they won't be able to find him?"
As always, the crews of the top pirate powers never acknowledged Roger's title as Pirate King.
But now, everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates was genuinely convinced!
Blowing more than sixty billion was one thing, but writing erotic novels after retirement to provoke the Marine higher-ups? That was absolutely unprecedented on the seas!
They had never even heard of anything this bizarre before!
When it came to audacity, Roger really took the crown!
Otherwise, how could he have become the Pirate King?
Newgate sat upon his enormous throne, reading the newspaper with equal admiration. "The last time we drank together on Hachinosu, that guy got carried away and said our liquor tasted terrible, that we were uncultured country pirates. I refused to accept it then, but thinking about it now, I really should have. That guy quit being a pirate after retiring and went into art. Compared to him, aren't we just uncultured country pirates? Gurararara..."
"Was he really like that before? Did he have the talent to create works of art like this?" Vista asked curiously as he leaned closer to Newgate.
"Before..." A trace of nostalgia flashed through Newgate's eyes. He then shook his head. "He wasn't. Honestly, I still don't think he necessarily wrote these things. That guy was