Saint V. Nusjuro: You Mean the Pirate King Was Writing Erotica? (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes)

West Blue. The Oro Jackson was heading toward Ohara Island.

They were not the only ones heading for Ohara. Not long ago, the Marines' great fleet had also set out from Red Port in the West Blue, racing toward Ohara at top speed.

Spencer leaned against the railing with a cigarette between his teeth, a newspaper in hand. "Sure enough, those previous two books were written by you too, weren't they?"

Not far away, beneath the mast, Vikengam had started creating again, pondering as he scribbled and sketched in his notebook.

"As captain, of course I have to consider how my brothers are going to eat. Did you think my money got blown in on the wind? Now you know how hard I work to make money where you can't see it!" Vikengam declared righteously.

Wasn't his money practically blown in on the wind? He had never treated money like money in the first place!

Still, Spencer did not dwell on that. Instead, he looked at Vikengam and asked, "I don't think this is about money at all. You're obviously doing it out of interest... What was that saying again? People never feel tired when they're doing bad things. You've been possessed lately, writing every single day... I'm starting to wonder whether Roger somehow offended you?"

"Hahaha, Roger and I are tight as brothers. What's wrong with borrowing his name? It's not like I didn't pay him. Don't you remember? When he left the ship, I paid out of my own pocket to cover those sixty-plus billion he owed," Vikengam said with a laugh.

Spencer sighed. "Sure enough, when you're out here making a living, you'll have to pay your debts sooner or later. I really don't know whether knowing you has been a blessing or a curse for Roger...