Bikos di place where ship dey pak put wen dem si, nor good for kold weda; some for di pipol kon gri sey make wi dey go. Dem dey hope sey wi go fit rish Foenix, wey dey Krete, wey face sout-west and nort-west, so dat wi go fit spend kold sizin for der.
Wi dey go small-small for many days and nor bi small wahala before wi fit rish Cnidus. Bikos di breeze nor make us fit go front again, wi kon drive small-small dey go Krete, wey dey opposite Salmone.
Bikos dis kind pipol nor dey serve awa Oga God Jesus Christ, but na dia belle dem dey kare for. With dia sweet and wayo mout, dem go praiz and deceive pipol wey nor wise.
Dem go end for hell; na dia belle bi di god wey dem dey serve. Tins wey suppose make dem shame, naim dey make dem happy and na only tins for dis world dem dey tink about.
But dis men bi like animal wey nor dey tink; animals wey pipol fit kill anyhow and dem just dey do as dem like. Dis pipol dey tok anyhow and na distroshon go end dia life.