And when the ship was caught in it, and unable to head against the wind, we let her go and were driven.
And not long after, a stormy head wind rushed down from it, called Northeaster.
And having run under a small island called Klauda, we were hardly able to control the small boat.
And when the fourteenth night came, as we were driven up and down in the Adriatic Sea, about midnight the sailors suspected that they were drawing near some land.
Look at the ships too: although they are so big and are driven by strong winds, they are turned by a very small rudder wherever the pilot intends.