You get drunk on a coastal holiday and end up blacking out. The next day, you wake up with a headache. You are lying in a crate full of cloth. Climbing out, you start to feel the ground moving, rocking slightly. You are on a ship, somehow. You get out, knocking over some things and making a racket. Suddenly, a person nearby screams.

Eep! Who are you?

There is a squirrel man, young looking wearing a sailor outfit right out of a cartoon.

What are you doing on my little ship?