Mike Corey (Host)

He hits the water hard and goes under.

After a few seconds, his survival suit's buoyant collar pops him back to the surface.

He looks around for the helicopter and then for Gigi Mork, but there's no sign of them.

He's completely alone.

Mike DiCapua floats on his back, feeling the blowing sleet and sea spray sting his face.

He's so cold, and it's so dark out here, alone in the middle of the ocean.

The EPIRB is long gone, having drifted away after Bob Doyle cut the rope tying them all together.

The last of the flares dropped by the Coast Guard have almost burned out.

He's still wearing his survival suit, but that's been slowly taking on 40-degree seawater.

His hands and legs have gone completely numb from the cold.

He hears the helicopter coming back, but can't see it.

And he can't imagine them spotting him, not in all this darkness.

So he decides that this is probably the end for him.

This is how he dies.

Frozen to death.

A human popsicle in an orange rubber suit.

Bobbing in the waves.

He wonders if this is how Dave Hanlon felt right before he drifted away and disappeared.

Poor Hanlon.

The guy was so seasick that he never really stood a chance after they abandoned ship.