Chapter 11

Why couldn’t he be as courageous on dry land as he was at sea? Why did real life always end up being more treacherous than life onboard his ship?

His feet led him back to the white church. You need alcohol, Benjamin, not prayer, he told himself, but his body didn’t seem to care what his mind was saying.

He stepped inside. It was deserted, just like the first time. Immediately feeling comfortable and warm, he made his way to the first row of pews, crossed himself, and kneeled. He contemplated the Christ at the altar for a few moments. It felt like He had something important to say, but Benjamin realized he needed to confess, first.