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.”