One Midwinter day off the coast of Massachusettes, the crew of a mackerel schooner spotted a bottle with a note in it. The schooner was on Georges Bank, one of the most dangerous fishing grounds in the world and a bottle with a note in it was a dire sign indeed. A deckhand scooped it out of the water, the sea grass was stripped away, and the captain uncorked the bottle and turned to his assembled crew:
"On Georges Bank with our cable gone and our rudder gone and leaking. Two men have been swept away and all hands have been given up as our cable is gone and our rudder is gone. The one that picks this up let it be known. God have mercy on us."
The note was from the Falcon, a boat that had set sail from Glouster the year before. She hadn't been heard from since. A boat that parts her cables off Georges careens helplessly along until she fetches up in some shallow water and gets pounded to pieces by the stuff.
One of the Falcon's crew must have wedged himself against a bunk in the focsle and written furiously beneath the heaving light of a storm lantern. This was the end, and everyone on the boat would have known it.
How do men act on a sinking ship?
Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whiskey?
Do they cry?
This man wrote; he put down on a scrap of paper the last moments of twenty men in this world. Then he corked the bottle and threw it overboard. There's not a chance in hell, he must have thought. And then he went below again. He breathed in deep. He tried to calm himself. He readied himself for the first shock of sea.
(from The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger)

I wonder what I would do? What would be my thoughts and last actions if I knew my life was ending within a very short time?