The sailors rejoiced because the waves grew quiet, and he led them to the harbor they desired.

Where there is no wood, a fire goes out, and where there is no gossip, contention ceases.

Because the storm was growing worse and worse, they said to him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?”

He said to them, “Pick me up and throw me into the sea to make the sea quiet down, because I know it’s my fault you are in this severe storm.”