In My Dying Dream, I Sat up in Shock, the Navy Was Actually Me!

Speaking of which, if divination is a traditional art for time travellers, then amnesia is probably a repertoire... "Actually, I don't remember anything." Facing the Straw Hats who fished me out, I selectively told the truth. "But I feel like I have an unusual attachment to the word [pirate], so I should be a pirate." "... Why don't you look at the words on the back of the coat before you say this?" Concept: Salt, Pepper, Birds and the Thought Police