The wind carried the ship away, and we couldn’t sail against the wind. We couldn’t do anything, so we were carried along by the wind.
Soon a powerful wind (called a northeaster) blew from the island.
As we drifted to the sheltered side of a small island called Cauda, we barely got control of the ship’s lifeboat.
On the fourteenth night we were still drifting through the Mediterranean Sea. About midnight the sailors suspected that we were approaching land.
The same thing is true for ships. They are very big and are driven by strong winds. Yet, by using small rudders, pilots steer ships wherever they want them to go.