It occurs to me that if you find yourself in the middle of a nineteenth century shipyard, being herded into a particularly enormous ship, with no recollection of whom you are or why you're here, you say something useful. Like..."Let go of me!" or "Where am I?" or "What is the meaning of life?". What you do NOT say is "Hwa?" because 'Hwa?' gets you absolutely nowhere! Except ignored, put on a ship and overall not taken seriously.
    It also occurs to me that the first thing you think about after being put in a small room on a ship should be something like: 'Who am I' or 'Why am I here?' or 'How can I escape?'. It should NOT be 'I wonder if I get seasick easily?'
    But I neither thought nor said any of these useful things as the above events happened to me. Until several long minutes after the ship set sail. Oh hell.
    Resigning myself to think MORE useless thoughts I've decided to call myself 'Random H. Taylor'. Yeah that sucks. But I WILL find my real name someday. What to do if that name sucks too escapes me.

    Gathering enough sense I have decided to look through this large bag I seem to have. Promptly I am reassured that my current stupidity isn't merely a side-effect of my shock, by discovering that ALL I brought were two BOOKS. Frustrated I throw those on to the floor.
   I may as well do something useful. I stand up of my bed and immediately lose my balance. I spend the next few minutes practicing moving about on this rather annoyingly shifty boat. That done I make my way to the poop deck and look around. There are a lot of muscular looking men doing a lot of...sailor stuff. Also a few people who looked somehow...out of place. One guy who was chasing a cat. One girl attempting to find a place with the most sun to put her flower pots. And a few other people including a girl with a rather odd looking staff.
   I sit and observe for a while before I am approached by the captain. He seems rather polite and asks if I would mind coming to his office for a 'test'. I am rather nervous. I know nothing about sailing or anything like that and what if I fail? And what kind of test is this anyway? Nevertheless, I comply and am promptly whisked away to his office. He explains to me that he is a scientist of sorts. He says something about the contours of my head but I don't really listen. After he finishes his little explanation he promptly begins feeling my head. I am a little surprised of course, but he finishes then says to me "Excellent! You shall be a fine addition to my crew. You can be Darwin's cabin boy. You two have a lot in common. And also you shall be in charge of entertainment!"
   I, horrified exclaim, "But, I don't know anything about entertaining people!"
   "Then, I am proud to have discovered your life's calling! Now if you'll excuse me there are some rather pressing business issue's that I simply must attend to! Goodbye!"
   "Um...bye then," I say rather in a daze.