by Parker Marvin
One Sunday, in the middle of that horrible, raging storm, the Pilgrims were saying their prayers down below the decks, and a short, plump sailor with a long orange beard began making fun of them and their Lord.
"Ha! Ha!" he laughed. "You little weak, holy pests, worshiping for your God to protect you! #&*%@!! You stink!"
"How dare you curse our God like that?" yelled William Bradford. "You shall never see daylight again!" Then the Pilgrims all prayed for God to protect them from that evil, evil man. The next day, sure enough, the sailor was in his bunk, rolling around and groaning.
"I never should have said that," he whispered. "I'm very ..." and those were his last words. He was dead.
After he died, they had a memorial service and dumped him off the ship. From then on, the sailors were not mean to the Pilgrims again.