Survival Tip #1:
Hope is strong and needed to survive.

Prologue:

The waves rocked against the small boat, knocking it side to side. At first, the movement made the woman inside sick to where her face was green, but as time went, it slowly became a rocking motion a baby would sleep in. At least till there was a fucking storm.

Storms were practically her worst enemy, after the dehydration, the heat, the urges to drink the salt water or her own urine, the large weight above her shoulder, and the lost of hope.

Despite the damages and the harm these storms bring, watching them from a distance was a beauty that only she could see. She wished she was talented in the art department, only so she can draw and paint it. She may never actually be able to remember if she ever saw it or if she dreamt of it. Sometimes she wished that this whole thing was a dream. Instead of the ship sinking, she could have made it to Canada, where Paige Kill was killing off packs, creating a safe place for humans.

She would watched as the lightening crashed above the clouds, shinning against the white fluff. When the clouds weren't heading towards her, she could watch for hours, or at least till her eyes fluttered shut. Then a whole new view came into her mind, one where she was far from the sea.

The boat rocked for hours and hours, twenty-four seven. It was a curse and a blessing, and it made her happy and made her sad.

It was nice to know there was an outside force slowly pushing her into a direction, either towards land or more into the sea— and that small part added with her unhappiness.

The slowly, unsteady journey made her body start to shut down. Her lips were nothing but tissues, and her body slowly followed the rest of the process. Her gums were like a skinned animal. Her body was frail to the point where she could only lie down. God, I wish I could drink that water. Her throat swollen to the point where it was painful for her head and neck, and her tongue was permanently pressing against the roof of her mouth.

Miles upon miles of water, she waited for something she could drink. Sometimes, if she was lucky, she could catch some flying fish, drinking the cold, red blood to survive.

When she had more strength, she waited for a sea turtle, cutting the shell from its body and taking the blood. She was practically a vampire at this point. Those disgusting creatures. Thinking they could drink any blood they wanted.

When she closed her eyes, she feared her boat would head straight into a storm. She always had worries, either when she was awake or asleep. She would run, and they would always catch her, faster than the last.

The worst part of worries was the inability to get them out of her head. There was nothing to distract her, and, in all honesty, she was surprised she was somewhat sane. She read stories about being lost at sea, and the oldest is she could find, in very bad condition, was The Life of Pi.

Many humans never understood how she got her hands on such old memories and stories. She was fascinated by the past, picking up any history book to learn more. Most of the time the text barely formed sentences, so she learned off of fragments.

Just thinking about it brought a smile to her face. She imagine what the twin towers looked like or the destruction of Pearl Harbor. She could spend years studying World War I and World War II. History was a way to pass on lessons, and unfortunately, there wasn't enough to fill her mind.

She would chant the information in her head, over and over again. It worked for a while, just like trying to count the days, but she soon grew bored.

Boredom was another enemy when she was trapped at sea.

At least Pi had a Richard Parker to keep him company. I wish that tiger was here. She paused for a moment, looking around her small boat. No, I don't.

Staring up at the clear sky at one point in her long journey, she wished a bird would fly over her head. Birds are a sign of land. I take back all the curses I said to you when you pooped on my head. Give me a damn bird, God!

God never gave her a bird; instead, when she got close to land, God, or more like Goddess, blessed her with a wolf.

It was scary to point that she flopped out of the boat. Seeing the beast so close to her, in her boat, was the one thing she couldn't stand. She rather drown. I said give me a bird or even a tiger, god damn it.

The water was welcoming when she sank. Her eyes somehow open in the salt, and she saw the boat she been living on- all this time. If I would had known this was the end, I would have drowned myself long before now.

When she breathed out from the last time, she sucked up water in her lungs. Take the fucking boat, you mutt.

The wolf didn't hop aboard for the boat. She hopped abroad when she smelt her mate from where she standing at the beach. It was break time for all the workers, and she was quickly side tracked by the smell of heaven. After all these years, she smiled her wolf grin. Thank you brother for bringing her to me.

Jansen Lupin stared at the water, wondering why her mate wasn't coming back to the surface. When she saw the bubbles, her eyes widen and she shifted back to her human form. Jumping into the water, she swam towards her mate, my life.

She grabbed her mate, pulling her against gravity and towards her naked chest. The sparks did not get affected by the water, and Jansen almost gasped at the feeling. Those elders lie about how amazing this is.

She pushed towards the surface, jumping herself and her mate back into the boat, heading toward land.