However, we will run aground on some island.”
The men pulled it up on deck. Then they passed ropes under the ship to reinforce it. Fearing that they would hit the large sandbank off the shores of Libya, they lowered the sail and were carried along by the wind.
On the fourteenth night we were still drifting through the Mediterranean Sea. About midnight the sailors suspected that we were approaching land.
Fearing we might hit rocks, they dropped four anchors from the back of the ship and prayed for morning to come.
When we were safely on shore, we found out that the island was called Malta.
