REMEMBER 3112

I've been working more on Iona and Bjarke's story but nothing that really will be posted right yet. I will post something soon though. I promise. This prompt was based on a dream original poster's had and I had a pretty interesting and possibly story worthy dream. I just need to write it down. I hope you enjoy this story!

[WP] A man awakens without any memory, completely alone, on a hot sunny day on the deck of a mid-sized sloop in the middle of an ocean. On his wrist he sees a simple tattoo bearing the text "REMEMBER: 3112."

The cry of gulls overhead and a gentle rocking is what woke him up. The man groaned in pain, eyes fluttering open and rolled over. Blue skies and a sail greeted him and he sat up in alarm.

"What the--"

He looked around him. How had he ended up on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean? There was no land in sight and his head ached. The man put his hand to his head, feeling a large lump. Rust colored flakes coated his fingers. Dried blood. He must have hit his head somehow. It was then he noticed gauze and tape around his wrist.

Peeling off the bandage, it revealed a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist. The skin around the simple statement was red, indicating it was very recent. All the tattoo said was "REMEMBER: 3112" in bold, black lettering. The man stared at the phrase, thinking hard. It made no sense, but then again none of this did. He couldn't remember anything. His name, what he did, how he had gotten on the sloop. He knew he could navigate and sail the boat to get to land. But he couldn't remember anything about himself.

The man got to his feet and paced the deck of the sloop, the sun beating down on him. Before he did anything, he needed to find his way to land. Glancing around, he finally noticed a set of stairs leading below deck. He had been so distracted by his predicament, he had missed them. Taking them, he found himself in a small space with a table, bench and mini refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of water and took several long pulls, draining it in seconds.

This was a fairly modern boat and the man assumed it would have a navigation system somewhere. Going through the open doorway next to the mini fridge, he found himself in what appeared to be a cramped bedroom. Sitting on the neatly made twin bed appeared to be a gray cell phone, .22 caliber pistol and a piece of paper. The man picked the electronic up. It was a Garmin GPSMAP 78 GPS. Well, this would be helpful. Picking up the handgun and feeling its weight, he threw a quick glance at the slip of paper. In the same bold handwriting as his tattoo, it read: "This should help. Good luck, Poe."

The note wasn't signed and gave no other indications. Poe... The man thought the name seemed familiar but whether or not it was his first name or his last was still beyond him. The fact there was a gun sitting on the bed was unnerving, but he was positive he had used a similar gun before. Tucking it in his waistband, Poe powered up the GPS and headed up to the top deck, making his way to the wheel. He would figure out what had happened to him and why he had ended up on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean. One way or another.