Nehushta crawled out of the cabin, and, in the light of an angry dawn, saw far away the white walls of a city built near the shore.
"Is not that Appolonia ?" she asked of the captain.
"Yes," he answered, "it is Appolonia sure enough, but we shall not anchor there this voyage.

Now it is Alexandria for us or nothing." So they rushed past Appolonia and forward, climbing the slopes of the rising seas.
Thus things went on.

About mid-day the gale became a hurricane, and do what they would they were driven forward, till at length they saw the breakers forming on the coast.

Rachel lay sick and prostrate, but Nehushta went out of the cabin to watch.
"Are we in danger ?" she asked of a sailor.
"Yes, accursed Christian," he replied, "and you have brought it on us with your evil eye." Then Nehushta returned to the cabin where her mistress lay almost senseless with sea-sickness.

On board the ship the terror and confusion grew.