- Finally, my survival instinct kicked in and I concentrated on scanning the horizon for land. These currents would dump me on a shore eventually, I reasoned, I just had to be on the lookout. Focusing my energy felt good. I was a survivor, I could live through this.
- The first time I felt something brush my leg I screamed. Quickly, I realized it was my motion that was attracting whatever kept touching me. I floated on my back and tried to move as little as possible. I looked at the stars and did that breathing Rose had taught me.
- The panic started to crest again. My options were not looking good. I could drown, be eaten, or die of dehydration. Fighting hard, I concentrated on watching the stars and breathing deep.