I somehow found my voice, pulling myself up into a sitting position with the help of the weird metal rail.
"I don't know who I am, sir," I said, an accent I couldn't identify on my tongue. "I woke up here without a clue who I am. I have no name and no memories. Could you help me, kind sir?"
He stared at me. "So you're a Brit, huh?"
I blinked. "...What?"
"The accent," he said. "Makes ya sound British. Are ya British?"
"Sir... As I said, I don't know," I repeated.
"Ah, right," he said. "Shoulda known ya wouldn' know." He sighed. "My name's Daniel Cresh. I'm the captain of this ship, the Sally Lass. Most of the crew's down below. You're lucky they are, ta be honest. Most of them are men who would give anything to have a woman on board."
He let that sink in.
"Oh!" I said when I realized what he meant and flushed red. "Oh... Sir, you won't let them do anything...will you?"
"Of course not, lass. You're nameless, utterly clueless, and clearly alone. Without a friend," he said. He paused. "Lass, what year is it?"
I frowned, mentally reaching into memory banks that weren't there. I groaned and huffed in frustration. "I don't know!"
He sighed. "It's 2019, lass," he said.
A jolt went through my body. "But that doesn't sound right! It can't be! Why, it's only—" I stopped, not sure what to say. "I don't know!"
Cresh blinked. "What just happened, there, lass?"
I looked at him miserably. "I keep getting so close to having a memory, an answer—and then, poof! It's gone!"
He stretched out a hand. "Lass, I don't know about your memory, but I'll do what I can to help you."
Relief spread through my body. "Thank you, Captain Cresh. Thank you!"
Cresh grinned at me. "Call me Daniel."
Well, maybe I wouldn't be out of a friend after all.