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Wyvern searched for the emergancy supplies. "I know how to set up a tent..."
Inside the bag was some freeze-dried food, some blankets, a flashlight...
"Finnaly!" Wyvern pronounced. He pulled out a collaspable tent, a pack of matches, and a flare gun.
He held up the matches. "Yeah! We might not die after all!"
A seagull swooped down and snatched the matches out of his hand.
They were about a quarter mile from the boat.
They were the only ones on the life boat.

Wyvern looked behind him, about two more boats dropped into the water, along with about a dozen people who jumped.
That was when he heard the loud creaking and groaning from the ship as the braces snapped from the tension and stress the boat was under.
"LOOKOUT!" He yelled, pointing at the boat as it fell apart.