Rusted bottles and shattered guns?

[fallenlife]

There was a loud sigh as a young man that looked to be about 26 sat up in the middle of his dingy and stretched . The ocean sloshing peacefully around it as it floated along. He took a swig of rum from the bottle in his right hand as he used his left to shade his eyes. There was a small ship in the distance its features blurred by the intense sunlight. “Wonder if there friendly?” he thought aloud before taking a broken plank of wood and paddling in the direction of the ship.