"Sqwuak! Sqwuak!" (Seagull noises I don't know how to type that)
Jackie gritted his teeth to feel the crunch of sand between them, only for him to roll over and spit it out. He sits up and looks around squinting through the harsh sunlight to gaze over the area to find himself on a grassy beach, surrounded by the wreckage of a ship.
His scouting was quickly interrupted by a sudden rising in his throat as he turned over and began vomiting out seawater.
"Damn, what the hell is going on?" Jackie wiped his mouth and shakely stood to his feet and steadied him self on a nearby wood pole. After a second of regaining himself he looked to his hand to see a shiny silver dagger not an inch from his fingertips.
"Don't know whether I'm lucky or not right," Jackie muttered to himself, plucking the knife from the plank and stashing it.
"I think it was over here!"
Jackie suddenly heard a child's voice suddenly call out from beyond the horizon.
Panic. Jackie felt pure panic. He hadn't had enough time to process anything today, was it still today? or was it tomorrow? What did he eat yesterday? Jackie felt a pain in his head, like he ran into a wall. Why can't he remember? What the hell?
Jackie, in the middle of this mind panic, grabs a scimitar near him and drops behind some wreckage.
"Breathe Jackie breathe" Jackie slumped down to hear more voices from where he came from.
"Hey did ya'll hear sometin over here?"
"Nah why?"
"I thought I heard sometin!"
Jackie pushed tight against the side of the wood and looked down at the sword he was holding, a simple curved pirates scimitar with an iron crossbar. And then Jackie's sight moved up from the handle to his forearm and confusion wrapped around his head. He reached down with his other hand to feel what he could only describe as a stone bracer on his left arm. He pushed his fingers down into the skin around the bracer to pull at it, but his skin, it was attached to the gauntlet in an almost seamless fashion. Jackie pulled and scratched at it in a more and more desperate way until he was clawing at this gauntlet until it was red and bleeding around it. Then he heard a footstep behind him and turned to see a twelve or thirteen old boy standing there with a confused face.
"Are you ok mister?"
Jackie turned to him and held up his inflamed arm to him.
"Help me please"
The boy turned very worried and turns to call out to his people, "HEY! I think this guy has Creakley's thing!"
"BOY! Get back!" all Jackie heard was a booming voice come from around the corner before a leg came around the corner and Jackie tasted a boot for the second time, this time at much higher speed and brought with it a very, very sudden darkness.