For the first time in all of your years as a pirate, you made a mistake. One little slip-up and you find yourself on a Navy ship's holding cell, sitting cross-legged and furious.

"Don't be so grumpy. It was your fault you were so sloppy in the chase."

The Marine who captured you says while sitting with his hands behind his back and his feet propped up on a desk, the room filled with the smoke of his two cigars. Your wanted poster and a big bag of Berries are on the same table.