The aircraft carrier

You limp your way down the ladder to the deck and find that some band-aids in the pocket of one of the guards, thinking that this is probably the most of the medical supplies on this boat, you wait until your wounds partially clot, but by this time you are barely conscious and very weak from the blood loss and the bullet. Still the band-aids seem to somewhat hold and you black out. When you wake up, your ship appears to have drifted off course from the looming aircraft carrier and your somewhat big boat is slowly drifting towards an still surrounded by a couple of islands, which are mostly inhabited by birds except for the few tourists on kayaks which paddle curiously towards you, they do not see you though. In an attempt to make yourself known, you wave your hand in the air lazily and emit a hoarse yell, reminding you just how thirsty and weak you are. The tourists see you and yell out to you, indicating you are somewhere near Africa, but thankfully, they speak broken English (stereotype warning); “Hullo? Yoo arr hurdt? Wad iz the ded peopol here?” In return, you manage a weak “help!” That is still audible and they kayak over quickly and board the boat from the back, the man and his friend climb on and give the dead guards a wide berth, climbing over to your weak form, they hold up your arms and legs and carry you over to their 3 person kayak. You wind up in a hospital far away.