I'd smear the toothpaste all over my face, put on the wedding dress, take the baby and spook some rich fellows of their enormous beach villa. There will probably enough food and supplies to chill for a few days and teach the baby some basic survival skills. Then we'd hit the road in the rich fellows' 74 Mustang until the nearest town. There we'd have to ditch the car with a "Sorry and thank you!" note. I'd then bang my head against something metal like to create some bruises, and go to the police station to tell them about the storm and how we barely survived after some serious bad management from the cruise company, which of course I would sue for a few million. If the baby's parents died during the storm, I'd adopt it.

@beelzael - count me in, please!