A palm leaf hat always covered his head even when he was working among his cooking pots.
The _Mare Nostrum_ could not be shipwrecked nor suffer any harm while it carried him aboard.

In the days of tempest, when waves were sweeping the deck from prow to poop, and the sailors were treading warily, fearing that a heavy sea might carry them overboard, Caragol would stick his head out through the door of the galley, scorning a danger which he could not see.
The great water-spouts would pass over him, even putting out his fires, but only increasing his faith.

"Courage, boys! Courage, lads!" The _Cristo del Grao_ had special charge of them and nothing bad could happen to the ship...

Some of the seamen were silent, while others said this and that about the image without arousing the indignation of the old devotee.

God, who sends dangers to the men of the sea, knows that their bad words lack malice.
His religiosity extended to the very deeps.