It was midday. One fellow rigged a hammock in the middle of the ship’s view deck who wrapped himself in and then, fell asleep. Then the rain came. We huddled close to the ship’s overhanging upper deck but our eyes were glued at the now dripping hammock. Alerted by the admiring crowd, the fellow’s friend ran to his recue, shook him silly and ran back, but he didn’t wake up, so back he went again. This time his friend yanked the hammock, he fell on the floor, and they both ran towards the cheering crowd!