The biggest, blackest panther Tuvia and the captain had ever seen burst from the tree line

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Tuvia and the captain were in a very serious situation. Their ship had been hit several times by Cutthroat’s cannons. There was no way to steer the ship and they were forced to drift aimlessly on the open sea.

“Tuvia, do you hear that creaking sound? That means the ship is beginning to tilt over. Water must be pouring in from below deck. We’re going to die when the ship capsizes.”

“Even when the sword is on someone’s neck, a Jew never despairs,” Tuvia said with conviction. “Hashem will help us, just you wait and see.”

No sooner were the words out of Tuvia’s mouth than a small object appeared on the horizon.

“Boat approaching….” The captain pulled out his sword. “Get ready.”

“Wait…” Tuvia squinted and shielded his eyes from the sun with one hand. “It looks like a fisherman. He’s got nets and lots of fish on his small boat.”

“Good day to ya!” the fisherman called out as he came nearer. He was a giant of a man with long, flaming red hair and a beard to match. He spoke in a thick Scottish accent and seemed very friendly. “Don’t know if you noticed, but your ship is sinking.”

“Can you help us?” The captain tucked his sword away.

“If you don’t mind the smell, hop in!”