I thought my time had come.
It had been a long day out on the seas fighting the cold, but John and Dave considered their catch worth their time.
John glanced at their haul and said, "Men like us won't be around for much longer, Dave."
Dave sighed and replied, "That's true, John, with all the factory ships scooping up whatever they can scoop with sonar, there are very few real fishermen left; men who can tell you what to catch and when to catch it, so there is a catch in the coming season to keep our jobs."
"Yes, all they need now is the knowledge to read the radar screen, they don't care about the fish or the jobs, all that matters is their quota and getting home as soon as possible,"
"On the subject of getting home, I think it's time we headed back as there appears to be a storm coming our way if we start now we might be able to outrun the worst of the weather."
"Okay, turn us around as we'll take what we have and head for home, Dave; I ache so much tonight, I wish I could take a few days off, but we need all the work we can get before we get closed down by big business."
Dave tried to turn the boat but the swells were getting too big, and the tiny ship struggled to come about; the more the wind blew, the slower they turned.
John called over the winds, "I'll go below and see if I can get the engine turning over, you keep trying to steer us to shore."
Dave replied, "If we don't get the engine going soon, there won't be any point in us trying as the storm is gathering speed as she comes our way."
Tired as he was, John went below, his body ached from hours of hauling the nets in, but he had to get the engine running at all costs; in the wheelhouse, through eyes straining from hours in the dark, Dave tried to work out a route to the nearest port.
John strained at the crank handle as he tried to turn the engine over and get the motor running, but his cold hands couldn't grip, and the water made his fingers slip on the handle. He prayed, "Please, Lord, give me the strength to get the engine running, so we have the opportunity to get to shore."
Trying to maintain a steady course, Dave trained at the wheel as the waves and the winds bashed the vessel, and flung her about like a bath toy. He called John, "Any luck with the engine?"
As John entered the wheelhouse, he shrugged and commented, "None, f we're going to get out of this storm, we'll need divine help. I know you are not a believer, but when all else is lost who can save us?"
Dave shrugged, then replied, "You aren't the only who's been praying tonight. While you were below, I prayed that the Lord might help us. I think HE is our only hope of seeing this storm through, here she comes, hang onto something and pray for all you're worth!"
The storm lasted for hours. Then as if by a miracle in the middle of the worst blow, calm returned and the engine came into action. The men looked at each other in amazement; then at the clear sky and said, "Thank you, Lord, for saving us this day."
Two tired and scared men pulled their boat into the dock a few hours later, still shaking from their ordeal, they were met by their wives Debbie and Janet.
Debbie hugged John and said, "We all thought we'd lost you when we saw the storm, love."
Janet ran to Dave, and through tears of joy, she said, "We were all praying for you to come home, love."
Dave hugged his wife and commented, "If I wasn't a believer, I am now."
Jan asked, "What do you mean?"
"We were in the worst of the storm, we had no engine and were at the mercy of nature when all of a sudden there was calm, and the engine began to run. If the motor had kicked in sooner, we'd have got smashed to bits trying to outrun the storm. All I can think is that it is divine intervention the engine came on when it did."