A person must know that wherever they are, and no matter what is happening, the force behind it all is Hashem

Shimshon awoke to the sound of splashing, and the sensation of cold water soaking him to the core. His eyes fluttered open as he choked on seawater.

He could hear Sinlar laughing nearby and turned to see the pirate moving away from him on the boat. Baruch was splashing next to Shimshon, also having been pushed into the water while fast asleep.

“Come back!”

Sinlar shrugged. Then he held up the scrolls with a triumphant grin.

“Baruch! He stole the scrolls!”

Baruch was busy saying Shema, as his energy levels were beginning to plummet. Sinlar and the boat disappeared as the waves rose higher around the boys. They spluttered and flailed their limbs, struggling to stay afloat.

“G-g-gam!”

Shimshon looked over at Baruch, struggling to say something as he bobbed up and down, disappearing beneath the waves, then reappearing a moment later.

“G-g-!”

“Baruch, what are you saying?”

“Gam… zu… l’tovah!”

“Baruch!” Shimshon choked on a mouthful of seawater. “Stop talking! Conserve your energy!”