Before very long, a wind blew down from the island. It had the force of a hurricane. It was called the Northeaster.
The sailors who man your oars take you out to the high seas. But the east wind will break you in pieces far out at sea.
Suddenly a terrible storm came up on the lake. The waves crashed over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.
A wild storm came up. Waves crashed over the boat. It was about to sink.
The ship was caught by the storm. We could not keep it sailing into the wind. So we gave up and were driven along by the wind.