It had blown a violent storm at sea, and the whole crew of a large vessel were in imminent danger of shipwreck.
After the rolling of the waves were somewhat abated, a certain Passenger, who had never been at sea before, observing the Pilot to have appeared wholly unconcerned, even in their greatest danger, had the curiosity to ask him what death his father died.
What death? said the Pilot; why he perished at Sea, as my grandfather did before him.
And are you not afraid of trusting yourself to an element that has thus proved fatal to your family?
Afraid!—by no means. Why we must all die: is not your father dead?
Yes, but he died in his bed.
And why then are you not afraid of trusting yourself to your bed?
Because I am there perfectly secure.
It may be so, replied the Pilot; but if the hand of Providence is equally extended over all places, there is no more reason for me to be afraid of going to sea than for you to be afraid of going to bed.
Moral: We are nowhere out of the reach of Providence, either to punish or to protect us.
Fable citation: Bewick, Thomas. Bewick’s Select Fables of Aesop and Others. London: Bickers & Son, 1776. This story is in the public domain and is part of the cited work