Since the ship was caught and could not be turned head-on into the wind, we gave way to it and were driven.
But soon a violent wind, called the northeaster, rushed down from Crete.
By running under the lee of a small island called Cauda we were scarcely able to get the ship’s boat under control.
When the fourteenth night had come, as we were drifting across the Adriatic Sea, about midnight the sailors suspected that they were nearing land.
Or look at ships: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, yet they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs.