(A POV Fic about YOU! I wrote it in a way so that anyone can be immersed in this.)
Somehow, you felt like you were floating, clinging onto a piece of wreckage. The heat from the sun baked you while the chill from the ocean pricked your skin through your clothes. You didn't remember what happened and you could barely recall a single thing about yourself. You probably hit your head or something, causing you to lose your memory.
Suddenly you felt something grip you by the collar of your shirt and drag you up. Several hands grabbed your arms and legs as they pulled you out and onto a hard wooden floor. You laid on your back as you felt the light of the sun shine through your closed eyes. You heard voices, but your ears were clouded with water and you couldn't tell what or who the voices came from. Then, you felt the same hands grab your arms and back and lift you up to a sitting up position. You began to heave and cough up the water that was stuck in your lungs as a hand rubbed and clapped your back, making sure you coughed up everything. The people who pulled you out of the water shifted you around and propped you against the railing. You cleaned your ears with your fingers to get as much water out as possible.
You finally fully opened your eyes and you quickly realized something was not right. You looked down at yourself and realized you were not wearing your regular clothes anymore, and that you were wearing rugged, and soaked, 18th century style sailor clothes. Wait...what happened?
You gazed up towards the sky and towering above you was a tall mast of a similarly styled ship, or more like a boat, with sails unfurled and full of wind. You stared at the sails so much in fascination, you failed to notice someone crouching down in front of you.
"You looking a little sea-tossed there, mate."
You started a little and jerked your focus towards the person who caught your attention. Your eyes met with a pair of warm brown ones and you immediately recognized who it was, finally able to remember something. Captain Jack Sparrow, young Captain Jack Sparrow from the books you read, was crouched down in front of you and staring at you.
"Are you all right?" the boy asked.
You were unable to say anything. Through the gaze you met with Jack Sparrow, you realized the rest of the crew was there with him staring at you. You couldn't believe it! The characters you read about in your favorite books were real!
"Aye, they look whiter than a sheet, Jack," the first mate, Arabella Smith said.
"Yes, well," Jack began, noticing the same. He stood up and looked down at you. "Can you stand?"
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up. You clung to the railing as your legs wobbled a bit, but you managed to finally gain your footing and stand on your own.
Jack looked at you with a grin and clapped his hands together. "All right, brief introductions. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, that's Arabella, Fitz, Jean, and Tumen. And you are...?"
Suddenly, you were stumped. You couldn't remember your name! "Uh..." You finally spoke. "I don't know..."
"You don't know...your name?" Jack asked dubiously. You shook your head.
"I think they've lost their memory," Tumen stated.
"Well, then. We must call you something..." Jack thought for a moment. "How about Shipwreck?"
You hesitated, but you considered it didn't sound too bad for the meantime. You shrugged in agreement.
"Great! We'll call you Shipwreck! At least until your name comes to you..." Jack turned to his crew and began barking orders. "Fitzy, you take the wheel and keep us on course. Bell and Jean, you take our new mate here below deck, find them some dry clothes, and see that they get some rest. Tumen and I will chart our location." He turned back to you and gave you one more smile with a hand out. "Welcome aboard the mighty Barnacle, Shipwreck!"