one of them said. “Now we’ll never reach Britain.”
The men explored along the shore, looking for signs of
civilization, but it was isolated and thickly forested, without a
sign of other humans. The supplies on the ship grew scarce as
days turned into weeks. The hungry sailors scoured the land
for food, but with little success.
One morning, as they gathered wood to make a fire
by the small shelter they had built, Patrick, as was his habit,
retreated to the woods to pray. As the sun lit up the shore in
dazzling orange light, he walked back toward the shelter. Even
from a distance he could see the captain coming toward him.
His face held the same cruel, taunting look, but it was
now mixed with anxiety and desperation. He stepped in front
of Patrick. “What have you to say for yourself now, Christian?
You boast that your God is all-powerful. We’re starving to
death, and we may not survive to sail back home.”
“Nothing is impossible with God,” Patrick answered
him calmly. “Turn your heart to Him, and He will provide us
with food for our journey.” With this he knelt down again and
beseeched God to bring them food.
He could still feel the sailors’ disdainful glares as he
stepped over to the fire to warm himself, but they were silent.
There was no food, and the men, weakened from the lack of it,
spent the morning close to the fire, arguing among themselves.
Patrick stood up and turned to face the men.
“Before noon you will have food in great bounty. The
Lord will have mercy on you.” No one spoke, and for a
moment the only sound was the crackling of the logs and the
crashing of the waves on the nearby shore.