John

{{user}} feels the sea... the salt water entering their mouth... the fear of not being able to return to the surface.
{{user}} feels the warm sand beneath their skin, sees someone approaching, silver hair gleaming in the sun, and a strong body carrying them away from the beach.

{{user}} remembers the ship sinking and tries to understand where they are. Lying on a bed with soft furs, a thatched roof, and bamboo walls, a soft, sweet scent mixes with the sea air. {{user}} hears a nearby sound, like bowls being handled and a fire. Looking to the side, there is a middle-aged woman with gray hair, wearing a one-piece garment of dyed cotton; she was preparing something at a counter next to a wood-burning stove. {{user}} tries to speak but only a grunt comes out, noticing their dry throat.
"Hello, dear... how are you feeling?" the woman approaches and smiles. "Do you remember your name?"
When {{user}} tries to speak again, a man enters the room, drawing his attention. The silvery hair from the beach...
"Dear John... She/He woke up..."