Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20170904194718/@comment-24510587-20170905175656

Jacob was a little more controlled in his actions.

"Lord, give me strength in my weakness..." he whispered, as he carefully centred on the part of the hull on a ship where he had seen the preachers grab shells from.

"Give me faith in my fear..."

His finger wrapped itself around the rifle's trigger.

"Give me power in my powerlessness..."

He exhaled.

"I'm trusting you."

With the loud bang of the rifle, a bullet flew free, dead-centre on where the shells were.

"Amen."