I shat myself as a defense mechanism

So the title really speaks for itself but i feel like going into detail for yall. So i (19f) am on a cruise with my family and we’ve spent most of the cruise laying out on the pool deck. i went downstairs to my room because i had too poop (i refuse to do it in common areas) and i had my headphones so people won’t talk to me so i didn’t hear this guy sneak up on me. Before i knew it i was in a room that wasn’t mine with a man who looked older than my dad shoving his hand down my shorts, i was struggling to breathe and i began to panic so i did the only thing i could think of and shit all over his hand. He jumped back and stared at me like i was the gross one and i think he was in shock so i left my shorts and stole some towels to go back to my room to clean up. To be honest as i write this i can’t believe it happened. I wanna laugh at my instincts but i just can’t shake how awful the whole thing was. Maybe down the line this story will be funny but right now i just feel gross.