Sam sat at the back of the ship, brooding. He had barely been able to hear all the goings on in the storm, but he did catch something about folks going overboard. He buried his wet head in his hands.
Sam:"Oh, Mister Frodo, what'll I do? I could swear sure as anything I heard your voice before, but where are you now? Did you go overboard, too?
Just then Primrose came running around the cabin.
Prim: Papa! Oh, I'm so glad you're safe! *kneels down and hugs him, noting that he has tied a rope around his waist and secured it to the guardrail.* I thought you'd been lost!
Stacey came around the corner then.
Stacey: So did I. What was the meaning of running out of the cabin like that?
Sam sighed.
Sam: I'm sorry, Miss Stacey. I was just so concerned about Mister Frodo...
Stacey frowned.
Stacey:I know. Don't worry, we're not going home without him unless the Lord wills it, little guy.
She turned and headed to the foredeck, to ask someone what was happening.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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