Great, Crichton doesn't die and Siffleur is still in this fucking memory. He gets the left wrist free and moves up to Crichton's legs. "I'm Siffleur, no idea who your crew are or where Moya is or what anything here is. I'm from your future where we're both stuck on a different ship."

It's the future, time-travel can't be too impossible for somebody like Crichton. Same with the idea of being on another ship - though Siffleur has no intention of mentioning that it's a cruise ship.