I watched, and was greatly impacted by a film this weekend about Sir Ernest Shackleton and the Endurance.
His third polar expedition found his ship stuck in the ice for 10 months only to have it crushed. He and his crew camped on an ice flow for 5 months before undertaking a 6 day row in lifeboats enduring freezing conditions to Elephant Island. Shackleton then left most of his crew on Elephant Island to sail to a whaling station on South Georgia Island, 800 miles away. They endured freezing temperatures, pitching oceans, and hurricane like conditions in nothing more than a life boat.
When the crew of 6 found the island, he left 3 with the boat and hiked across the South Georgian mountains with not much more than 50 ft of rope and an pick axe. Shackleton and two crew members found the whaling station, and made several attempts to rescue his men on Elephant Island. They were eventually successful, and ALL survived. They were gone for nearly two years
The moral of the story is grab an oar, quit bitching, and get it done. You ain’t sitting on a freezing rock, clubbing baby seals, and eating fried blubber. Nobody is gonna save you or change your situation other than you.