"Oh boy, it's getting dark fast I don't have a good feeling about this. It seemed like it was sunny a few minutes ago. Itret, I don't know if we're going to make it to Tarshish." The Captain wrung his hands.
Itret put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Captain; we'll be all right. It'll probably just rain lightly."
About ten minutes later the wind began to howl and the waves crashed over the bow of the ship.
"Captain, I was wrong, this is going to be a bad storm."
The Captain's face started to turn white as he gripped the rail. "Don't talk to me! I need to think. Why did I agree to this trip?"
Iret's eyes widened. "You're talking too fast slow down."
"Leave me alone, I need to think." The Captain shook as he paced back and forth.
"Captain, if we don't turn around we'll die!"
The Captain's face tightened up "Okay, I give up, turn this ship around."
A wave came over the bow and slammed into Iret. "What did you say?"
Veins bulged on the Captain's head. "Turn the boat around!"
They turned around but the ship was not going anywhere. "Captain, if we get rid of some of the cargo maybe we'll be able to move."
"Dump the cargo," screamed the captain.
"Captain, you need to gain your composure. Don't let the storm rattle you. I think our passenger's name is Jonah maybe he can pray to his God. Why don't you go down to the hull and talk to him?"
The captain sprinted down stairs and shook the man. "Jonah, Jonah, wake up."
Jonah woke up and turned over. "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Why are you sleeping? Get up and pray to your God or we'll die."
Jonah rubbed his eyes. "What are you saying?"
"Get up and pray to your God we're in a bad storm. How can you sleep through all of this?"
Jonah stretched. "I am tired."
So Jonah got up and prayed and then he climbed up the stairs to the deck.
The Captain's face turned white as he picked up the dice from the ground. "We just threw lots and determined that this is your fault. Where do you come from?"
The gust of wind almost knocked Jonah to the ground. "I am a Hebrew. I'm running away from God."
The captain shook as the wind blew across his face. "What do we need to do to make the sea calm down for us?"
Jonah didn't make eye contact. "I am sorry I caused you so many problems. Throw me overboard and the storm will calm."
The captain's mouth dropped open. "Are you crazy you'll die?"
Jonah hung his head. "If I do, so be it. I've disobeyed God."
They threw Jonah over and the water and wind calmed down.
The captain shook his head. "If this is what happens when you disobey God, maybe we need to change our lives and turn to the God of Jonah."
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