And there was a young man named Eutychus sitting in the window sill, sinking into a deep sleep. And as Paul talked on and on, he was overcome by sleep and fell down from the third story and was picked up dead.

The next day as we were being violently storm-tossed, they began to throw the cargo overboard;

When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days, and no small storm was raging on us, all hope of our being saved was finally abandoned.