So when the ship was caught, and could not head into the wind, we let her drive.
Look also at ships: although they are so large and are driven by fierce winds, they are turned by a very small rudder wherever the pilot desires.
Now when the fourteenth night had come, as we were driven up and down in the Adriatic Sea, about midnight the sailors sensed that they were drawing near some land.
But not long after, a tempestuous head wind arose, called Euroclydon.
And running under the shelter of an island called Clauda, we secured the skiff with difficulty.