Um. There was, uh, this other shipwreck. That I happened to be travelling near on my catamaran, see, and because the Captain was all like, 'Titanic is so twentieth century and who even learns from stuff like that,' he hadn't brought any lifeboats, so I gave him a brisk telling off and helped all the passengers to shore. (Except this one who looked a bit shifty and was wearing a t-shirt I didn't like.) Only that turned out to be a mistake because he was the reincarnation of an Ancient Egyptian priest, so of course he cursed me to sail the windswept seas forever, sort of exactly like in Pirates of the Caribbean but without Johnny Depp. So... that... happened.
It's all fine now though, I escaped the curse by the simple but elegant manoeuvre of swapping hats with a salty seadog who thought lifelong servitude to the waves was a blessing rather than a curse. AND THIS IS ALL ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TRUE AND I'LL SMACK ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE. :P