Jason's point of view in Identity, on the fishing boat. Word: Acquaint.
As the days and the miles of ocean passed, the nameless man reacquainted himself with his body, his capabilities, his habits.
He, and they, were odd, eclectic. Impressive.
He was lean and well muscled; when bored or restless, he exercised—rigorously.
He had a meticulous knowledge of world events; upon waking, he momentarily expected to step outside, purchase a newspaper.
And he noticed everything. Tiny details: where the crewmen were, and what they were doing at all times; the boat's exact layout; where weapons could be found.
It frustrated him, knowing all of this, not knowing his own name.