When the ship was caught, and couldn't face the wind, we gave way to it, and were driven along.
But before long, a stormy wind beat down from shore, which is called Euroclydon.
Running under the lee of a small island called Clauda, we were able, with difficulty, to secure the boat.
But when the fourteenth night had come, as we were driven back and forth in the Adriatic Sea, about midnight the sailors surmised that they were drawing near to some land.
Behold, the ships also, though they are so big and are driven by fierce winds, are yet guided by a very small rudder, wherever the pilot desires.