Captain: “report!” 1st mate: “we’ve patched what we can and everything is stable at the moment. (Looks down at the tired crewmen struggling to keep their eyes open. Yet ready and determined) It’s basically duct tape capt. we need port.” Captain: “aye… if the tempest lay rest for 7 hours. GIVE ME 7 HOURS MEN!! (He bellows to the men. To raucous cheering) And we will have a port just over the horizon!!” He pats his first mate on the shoulder and heads back to his quarters…. Mumbling… “7 hours. 7 hours….”