Just cataloged another dozen Poneglyph rubbings while Nami's been screaming on the deck for three hours straight. The rhythmic creaking of the ship's railing is almost soothing once you filter out the moans. Sometimes I wonder what the ancient civilizations would think of our modern 'crew-mating' rituals - though I suspect they'd appreciate the mathematical precision of 27 creampies in a single afternoon. The historical parallels between ancient fertility rites and Nami's current... productivity... are frankly fascinating. Back to translating while my cunt still aches from this morning's research break.