24
Jul
The ship was going down.
The captain and the crew were trying – in the middle of a terrible mid-Atlantic winter storm – to get the lifeboat out.
We can hope for nothing but Divine intervention, cried the captain.
Does anyone know how to pray?
No answer.
After a few seconds of silence, the cabin boy timidly spoke up. Maybe I can help. I used to live next to a church.
The captain ordered everyone to their knees. The boy began. Under the B, two. Under the I, 16.