The Pirate: Fantasy

He woke at six a.m. and found himself drifting offshore in his boat, the bottle he'd been clutching the other night still in his hand. And the village burned. Other ships floated past him, burned down to the waterline. Wreckage of spar and sail. He looked at the bottle in his hand with a bleary respect. Strong stuff, to let him sleep through a sea battle. He didn't care about the town, he'd only settled there because they needed a tailor, and he’d picked up the knack of sewing well enough aboard ship that he could makeshift in a small village. They hadn't had anything worth pillaging, though, much less the massive sea battle he saw evidence of around him. He squinted. A person bobbed through the waves toward him. He grabbed their hair and pulled up their head. "What happened?" he demanded. The corpse didn't answer.

Inspiration: "The Pirate" by Hayne Hukkelberg
Story Potential: High-ish?
Notes: And they came there looking for him, but he doesn't know it? And he rescues someone, but they don't know he's the reason the town burned? Mostly, I just like the nonchalant way this character deals with things.