The people on the ship begin to scramble, and many point to you. A larch search light is aimed on you within moments, and there's shouting on the boat. A few minutes later, you hear over a powerful intercom on the ship, "Just relax, we're going to get you in a moment, Mr. Cypher."
Over the next few minutes a group of sailors in a dinghy propelled by a squirtle reach you, and hoist you in. You're wet, and freezing, and they cover you in a blanket. It sort of help...