Oliver's Story Of Himself Part 1

He woke up suddenly, gasping for air and starteling everyone around him. "Where am I?" He said in between gasps to me.
"You're in the beach, you just told us your story. Don't you remember?" I told him. It was weird, he had just finished his tale when he passed out cold. He looked confused, and just shook his head apprehensivly.
"Who am I?" He asked again. I hoped the sea water he ingested hadnt gone up to his head and gave his brain a nice wash.
"Your name is Oliver. You are 24 years old, you were with your friends on a speedboat when a storm came. You were shipwrecked and were tossed on the sea until you came to the beach, then you told us your story. You sure you don't remember?"