 Amazing stories of the sea, there is one which invariably evokes a smile of skepticism and disbelief. But that smile vanishes whenever the story itself is supplemented by the convincing evidence of its truth. The New York Sound of October 9, 1931 published a complete account of the incredulous affair. Here is that story. It was a long and hazardous voyage that Captain Neil Currie undertook when his ship sailed out of the harbor of Liverpool that morning in 1881. But as the days passed, and the wind blew fair, everyone, Captain, his wife and the crew alike, was lulled into a false security. And then, on a certain night, when the ship lay 1500 miles off the coast of Mexico, got tapped to pieces. Captain Currie! Captain Sarr! In the galley, Sarr! Hire's broken out! Long before the captain and his wife reached the galley, the smell of smoke stung their nostrils. When they arrived, the flames were already consuming the walls, creeping hungerly out into the other parts of the boat. It's no use, Sarr! We can't stop it! All right, Lila! Give the order to a vented ship! There were only three light boats, and they were pitifully trailed. For a time, the eyes of every man in them were pinned on the fiery hulk which they had left behind them. As they watched in horror, it began to settle, and slowly the waves washed over it. And there's no hope at all. Will thou assist? Yes. Unless a ship comes. But no ship came. The night passed, another day, and another night. And now, their lips were cracked, and their tongues parched, and they spoke in hoarse whispers. I can't stand it! There's water there! I'm going to get stung! You fool! Exalt water! Mia, look! The water around us, it looks different. It's always been bluish, and now it's green. But it looks like the water in a pool or a lake. I mean, I'm going to try. Captain Currie bent forward and seized his wise arm. But he was too late. She had dipped her hand into the sea, and now her fingers were in her mouth. It's a rash water! There's no salt in it! Captain Currie's wife had not gone mad. There, in the midst of the ocean, the captain and his crew leaned over the sides of their boats and drank their fill. And when their thirst was slaked, they took up their vigil again with renewed hope. And when it last a ship appeared and they were taken aboard, they knew that they owed their lives to a miracle. A miracle without terror in the history of the sea. A miracle incredible but true.