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It was difficult to make himself heard over the wind.
"Centurion! Centurion!"
"Be silent!" the centurion said, pulling Paul aside. "I'm busy."
"The sailors," Paul said. "They're abandoning ship! They're not letting down the anchors, they're letting down their lifeboat."
The centurion didn't wait for the end of the sentence. At his direction, soldiers sprinted down the deck, the ship's fire-axes in their hands. The sailors fought, but the ropes were cut and the boat swirled away.
"You'll get us all to land," the centurion said grimly.
"Yes. I must get to Rome," Paul said.
The Romans looked aside, shame-faced.