A warm sea breeze brushed Werther's cheeks as he lay on the King of the Sky's back.
Werther hadn't feared the cold on Winter Island, but he hadn't wanted to stay long in such bitter weather.
Blackbeard had recruited pirates to mine the Gold Mine because the island was too cold for ordinary people to survive.
Werther was bare-chested, and Baccarat's face was flushed, her eyes still soft with desire. Yes, before parting ways, the two had enjoyed one last round.
Pudding had seen everything and was mortified. As Big Mom's daughter, she had been raised under strict rules about such matters. Big Mom's daughters were all destined for political marriages.
If Pudding married someone important someday and was no longer a virgin, it would be a serious matter.
At least Pudding had learned how humans were "made." She had covered her eyes at first, but the enormous gaps between her fingers gave away the fact that she was peeking.
"You like watching that much? Want a turn too, girl?"
Pudding shook her head frantically and backed away, gripping the Seastone collar around her neck with both hands.
"What an innocent little sister. You won't understand the pleasure until you've tried it." Baccarat smoothed her tousled hair and got dressed.
Winter Island was quite far from Dressrosa. A ship would take about five days to make the trip, while the King of the Sky would need around three.
If the King of the Sky flew without stopping, he could return to Dressrosa in a day and a night. Werther was in no hurry, though. He could relax, recover from his injuries, and enjoy the scenery along the way.
The journey would take three days because they weren't flying straight there. They would pass through two inhabited islands where they could