I'm in the ocean. My skin feels so raw. I've swallowed enough sea water to make my stomach turn once already, I've since been more careful about my breathing and gasping. The shoreline is just such a tiny speck in the distance. I can see it, but it is so immensely far away. My stomach is growling in anger, both from the lack of food and water and from having to push out what little I'd consumed earlier. I'm not scared in the sense of losing my life, I'm more worried about staying on the surface and breathing. I wonder if the waves really will carry me into shore or if I have to swim the whole time. I'm not quite sure how that works.
I feel a stinging sensation on my shin. At first I think a jellyfish and panic, spinning around and trying to kick away when I see just how large of a fish it truly is. I scream and kick at it, making it swim away. "Great.. Blood in the water. Just what I need." I groan and look back to shore and start to swim. Stupid fish and their monsterous sizes. I ponder for a moment how scared I should be.. But I can see a boat coming. Is it my boat? The one I was knocked from earlier? I splash a lot and make noise, trying to get its attention. ... The boat is HUGE. I'm scared now that I'll be run over by it! I start to paddle away from it as fast as I can, and the waves push me as well, but even so my feet barely grazed the widest part of the boat. The people on board see me though! I think they did... A little white donut is thrown and I grab onto it with everything I am worth and they pull me up.
I soon realize these people cannot be nice people. No uniforms.. no party stuff.. the boat is ragged and ill kept, there are weapons on every person aboard. Pirates? Maybe.. At least I am alive. For now, I'm playing the "too weary to talk" card, and acting confused and dazed.. at least, moreso than I currently am. Someone talks to me, but in a language I can't understand.. He and two others laugh.