People always think it's such a triumph, being the only one to survive out of forty individuals. Or, they say it's 'luck' or 'fate'. They don't ever think what you might have done, you, out of these forty, to survive, at the expense of thirty-nine other lives.
Most people say they'd never do it. Let them bathe in their moral superiority when a ragged crack splits through the night, and Hell opens and throws you out, you and your thirty-nine, into the cold water, and fight those thirty-nine other souls to the small, empty boat, bobbing patiently on the horizon.