The ship was caught by the storm. We could not keep it sailing into the wind. So we gave up and were driven along by the wind.
Before very long, a wind blew down from the island. It had the force of a hurricane. It was called the Northeaster.
We passed the calmer side of a small island called Cauda. We almost lost the lifeboat that was tied to the side of the ship.
On the 14th night the wind was still pushing us across the Adriatic Sea. About midnight the sailors had a feeling that they were approaching land.
And how about ships? They are very big. They are driven along by strong winds. But they are steered by a very small rudder. It makes them go where the captain wants to go.