|The large, bulgy ship that is traveling on behalf of the emperor to bring grain to Byzantium rolls clumsily into the turbulent sea. The both Roman traders, who want to go to Myra, don't feel good. They sit in the hold behind the bowsprit on their heavy chests and protect their treasures. They trade with jewelery, with golden rings, earrings, lockets and clasps. Only the captain knows what the traders hide in their boxes.
Concerned the captain is looking at the sky. Since yesterday the sun is hidden by dense clouds. They move forward very slowly, again and again the strong wind pushes the ship off course. In the dusk the wind is strengthening to a storm. Precaution the ships crew strikes the sails and has to take the oars. The captain keeps the evening wine back from his crew.
About midnight the storm bell wakes the sailors, a hurricane rages. In a hurry the men moor the cargo twice as strong and begin to draw the water out of the hold. The two traders have asked for extra ropes. Now, when everything is protected, they cower fearfully behind the crates, head down deep between her knees.
The morning has broken, but it doesn't become brighter. In a dark blue gray waves and clouds are towering, they are hardly to be differ from each other, and the horizon seems to have been swallowed by the sea.
The crew is exhausted. Very often the tired sailors change from the oars and buckets. The few who do not have to paddle or to scoop bind themselves with ropes to the mast to find a moment of sleep or any rest.
Oaring, scooping, waiting, praying. More they can not do.
As the blue-gray darkens to a deep black, the captain backs down below deck. Desperate he kneels before his travel chest and takes out the necklace with a cross pendant, which he received as a fare by the traders.
"Saint Nicholas of Myra, a benefactor of the sailors," he fervently prays, "Save my men, save the ship of the emperor, save us!" He don't perceive the cold sea water, which lapped his legs. Confused voices get him back on deck. In the midst of his crew stands a foreign tall man with a wild beard and disheveled hair, his eyes are shining in the darkness.
"Boat the oars and hoist the sails! And give me the control, Captain!", he says in a deep, clear voice.
The sailors and traders look at the man, whose head is surrounded by a bright, warm glow. The captain feels confused that he can trust the stranger, although he appeared on the ship, unexplainable like rising from the sea. He willingly gives him the command.
In the next hours the seamen obsessively work, all their power seems to have renewed. The commands of the stranger encourage and reassure all ... Yes, indeed ... Even the storm succumbs to this haunting voice and calms down gradually.
After three days the heavy sea has become a constant, moderate swinging. The ship rides quickly through the waves, exactly on course. At the wheel stands the stranger, be awake and strong, and nods smiling to the captain. But when the captain goes to meet the stranger, to thank him for his generosity, he stumbles upon a rope - and as he looks up, the stranger is gone.
Some time later the ship lands on in Myra, with full ships crew and cargo. Beeing relieved the both traders rush of board with their treasure chests, they want to donate some jewelry in the church of Myra, as a thank for saving. They must push through the crowds who had gathered at the port. "Give us of your grain," they beg, "we're starving for weeks! Severe storms have ravaged our harvest!"
The captain is not comfortable, as he rejects the people. The cereal is owned by the emperor, and he will get a hard sentence, if only a few barrels of charge is missing. But on the other hand he feels sorry for this people. What's to do?
Suddenly the crowd splits, and a bearded man in churchly regalia and with a bishop's miter on the curly hair comes forward. "The Bishop Nicholas of Myra asks you for the half of the imperial grain for the starving people of this city! I promise you, you won't have any damage!," he said - and amazed the captain recognizes the stranger who was on theier side during the storm. He realizes that nobody else as Saint Nicholas is responsible for their salvation. Touched and thankful he sinks on his knees, along with all of his sailors, and without hesitation he gives away the half of the grain to the townsfolk of Myra.
The miraculous rescue of their ship by St. Nicholas is spreaded by the sailors in the taverns of the city. But no one seems surprised, the kindness and charity of their bishop is known to the residents.
When the ship arrives a day earlier than calculated in Byzantium, because it could sail faster cause of the lighter load, the story of the generosity of the captain already has spread. The imperial accountant strictly demands an immediate count of cereal barrels during unloading. Silently the sailors cart barrel to barrel of board. But as often as they go back too - there are still barrels in the hold. They have already unloaded almost twice the number of barrels. How is that possible? At the end the accountant checks exactly the agreed quantity of grain. And the cereals in the barrels shows not a scrap of mold, but a wonderful golden brown - dry and fresh the grains trickles through his fingers.
The sailors are amply rewarded and sent across the seas with new jobs. After two years their course leads them back to Myra. How surprised they are when they visit the booming, rich shining city and see the healthy, happy people. They are royally received and they hear that the corn, which they left to the inhabitants, was not only enough during the winter, but even on the next and beyond for another two sowings.
Humbly and emotionally seeing this third miracle the captain gives the Church of Myra some of his gold before he goes back to sea. And never a misfortune befalls him.