SURPRISINGLY, THE DOOR WAS LOCKED. Chopper then decided to see if he could use his devil fruit. He ate one of his rumble balls and tried to go arm point, which. Did. Not. WORK.  He looked around his cell and saw someone in the corner (image). It was a little boy, looking prepubescent. He had bandages wrapped around his right eye. Chopper wondered what was behind them. He wore a sailor hat, and a odd version of a sailor uniform. He had a bird on the ground behind him. He was bruised and had blood running from his nose and his mouth. He also appeared to be sleeping. Chopper wanted to wake him up but decided not to. The bird looked very damaged. Chopper saw a first aid kit, and took out some bandages. Luckily the bird wasn't bleeding, or at least, wasn't for a while. Chopper took it's pulse to be in case, and miraculously it wasn't dead. He took a small towelette from the baby wipes and wiped off the blood, which was dried. He took some neosporin and smeared it on the wounds of  the bird, but before that he swabbed a disinfectant on the wounds. He wrapped up the wounds, and he knew the bird would never be able to fly again. The bird had lost his wing.