The ship was going down.
The captain and the crew were trying - in the middle of a terrible mid-Atlantic winter storm - to get the lifeboat out. "We can hope for nothing but divine intervention,"cried the captain. "Anyone know how to pray?"
No answer. After a few seconds silence, the cabin boy timidly spoke up. "Maybe I can help. I used to live next to a church." The captain ordered everyoneto their knees. The boy began. "Under the B, two. Under the I, 16."