Hamza handed out the bananas. The brown haired woman, Hamza recognized as the one from First Class who appeared to be quite intoxicated last night; now had vomit and blood on her. Hamza identified with the blood and immediately asked, "are you injured?" Then he considered the others, "are any of you injured?" He did a quick assessment of himself to confirm that he also was not injured. He looked down at the fat man clutching his pelvic region. "How about you, bad boy, other than the obvious, are you hurt?" Hamza tried to conceal his grin.<br/><br/>Then he realized the immediate threat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we need to find some rope or use a belt or something to lash ourselves down to this raft." He pointed to the south west. "Do you see that dark cloud and the vertical lines stretching from cloud to ocean?" He allowed the people to take it in. "Those lines are almost diagonal which indicates this storm has very strong winds. We may be in for a hurricane in the next two hours. If we aren't tied down, we may get tossed around and there is no guarantee that our raft may flip over. The danger is the temperature of this water. If you stay in the water for too long, you will get hypothermia and most certainly perish."