Lady, I have lost those whom I desire to find again." "Seek and you will find." "I will seek," he answered, "though, mayhap, I shall never find." Thus they parted.
Presently the night breeze began to flow off the land, the great sail was hoisted, and with the help of oars, worked by slaves, the ship cleared the harbour and set her course for Joppa.

Two hours later the wind failed so that they could proceed only by rowing over a dead and oily sea, beneath a sky that was full of heavy clouds.

Lacking any stars to steer by, the captain wished to cast anchor, but as the water proved too deep they proceeded slowly, till about an hour before dawn a sudden gust struck them which caused the galley to lean over.
"The north wind! The black north wind!" shouted the steersman, and the sailors echoed his cry dismally, for they knew the terrors of that wind upon the Syrian coast.

Then the gale began to rage.

By daylight the waves were running high as mountains and the wind hissed through the rigging, driving them forward beneath a small sail.