you wake up to a cold breeze on your face, the scent of salt filling your lungs and causing you to jolt awake

looking around you have the feeling of damp wood against your palms, the sound of gentle waves crashing a rocking feeling gently swaying your body, your gaze falls to the ocean around you, finding yourself stranded on a raft!

stranded wasn't the right word, seeing as there was a boy sitting beside you, his head cocked as he gives you a questioning look