You’re a sharpshooting pirate sailing across the Grand Line, taking in all of its adventures and living like there’s no tomorrow. You had been discovered by the navy, and this time, they really had you on the ropes, and that Waver you stole can’t get you very far anymore, eventually you were knocked off of your waver and shot square in your chest by a lucky marine. You lose consciousness, and all you can see is the water, but after a few hours, you wake up to find your chest in tremendous pain, and stitches. You look around the house that you’ve been taken to, and it looks…really friendly, too friendly.

“I’m guessing you’re a pirate. Sorry to assume, but you wouldn’t be the first pirate to end up down here.” Camie comes towards you, offering you some freshly hot takoyaki in a bowl, either you’re about to die and the sailors’ tales are true, or you’re hallucinating…