the ship was caught and unable to face the wind, so we gave up and let her drive along.
Look at ships too; for all their size and speed under stiff winds, they are turned by a tiny rudder wherever the mind of the steersman chooses.
When the fourteenth night arrived, we were drifting about in the sea of Adria, when the sailors about midnight suspected land was near.
Presently down rushed a hurricane of a wind called Euroclydon;
Running under the lee of a small island called Clauda, we managed with great difficulty to get the boat hauled in;