With a deep, sharp breath, I brought myself back to the present, out of my dreamy sleep. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a rush of water pass over the very tips of my toes. I instinctively brought my legs backward, shoving sand down my jeans in the process.

With the sun beating down, I squinted my eyes only to discover a never-ending body of water as clear as glass. I grabbed the sand underneath me, letting it fall through my fingers. Looking around, I saw a golden shoreline attaching itself to an endless jungle. The sun was beginning to give me a headache.

Trying to remember how I arrived here, I racked my brain for answers, but nothing comes to mind. Actually, I had absolutely no recollection of anything. I couldn't even remember my own name. I searched my pockets, finding only a handful of lint. With an increasingly pounding headache and no idea where or who I am, I began to stagger down the beach like a drunk, looking for someone, anyone. Spotting a large ship way offshore, I called out towards the water for help and began to wave my arms frantically.

Running along the shoreline as gracefully as a one-legged rabbit, I made an even larger attempt to gain the ship's attention. Maybe I had fallen off the ship? At the very least, they could probably tell me where I am.

My foot hit a rock and I tumbled over myself, eating a handful of sand in the process. Standing up, I spat out what I could and brushed off my jeans. I jumped up and down, now screaming at the top of my lungs.

"HEY! OVER HERE-"

Quickly, a strong hand flew over my mouth, silencing my screams for help. I felt an arm wrap around me.

A voice whispered in my ear, "What are you doing?"

I lunged forward and the person lets go. I turned to see the ship traveling towards us, much closer than it was before.

"Ha! They've already seen me! You can't kidnap me or they'll have known you've done it!" I taunted, pointing at the ship and turning to look at the… boy? He certainly wasn't a man as I had expected. In fact, he looked a lot shorter than where I imagined the voice in my ear to be. He was wearing green clothing intertwined with leaves, vines, and other various jungle pieces. Actually, he looked familiar, as if he were a part of a dream I'd forgotten.

He laughed with a slight smirk, "Kidnap? Why would I kidnap you? I'm saving your skin, thank you. That ship? Well-"

The loudest gunshot I'd ever heard, or thought I'd heard, interrupted his sentence. Instinctively, I turned towards the ship, seeing a bullet flying towards us. Only, it was much larger than a bullet. As it approached, I realized it was not a gun I had heard; it was a canon. I dove out of the path of the cannonball, feeling the air bend around the object as it soared past.

"Pirates!" The boy said, pulling me off the ground, "Hold on!" He ordered, scooping my legs and picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, staring out at the ship. He began to run towards the jungle. Stopping right before the treeline, he jumps.

I assumed, based on my small sense of logic I still held, that he would probably topple over from the weight of the two of us, so I closed my eyes bracing for impact. But no such thing happened. In fact, I didn't feel us hit the ground at all. I hesitantly opened my eyes, but all I could see was the sky. I felt the wind rush past my face. I looked at the boy, and suddenly realize, he was not running at all; in fact, he was almost parallel to the earth. I looked down, and, upon seeing the ground way below us, came to a very intellectual conclusion: We were very high up. Sadly, at that moment, I remembered something about myself that I had forgotten: I am very scared of heights.

I heroically shut my eyes, and grabbed the boy tighter, praying that he would not let us fall.

"What? Are you scared?" the boy asked with a slight laugh in his voice.

"Very," I managed to stammer, now beginning to shake from fear.

"Then you're not going to like this!" He exclaimed with a grin.

"Wha-"

I began screaming as he swooped into a nosedive straight towards the ground. At the last moment, he turned upwards and shot into the air. At the peak of his flight, I felt his arms begin to loosen. He flipped completely upside-down to the point where I couldn't hold on any longer. My hands grasped for something to hold to, but I ultimately failed. I fell. My vision became blurry and unfocused. I got woozy and began to see black spots dance about. I gave in to the weakness and blacked-out, about to die.