For two nights and a day he scarcely rested, managing almost at the same time both helm and motor, since he did not dare to let out all his sails with this scarcity of sailors.
When he found himself opposite the port of Palermo, just as it was beginning to extinguish its night lights, Ferragut was able to sleep for the first time, leaving the watch of the boat in charge of one of the seamen, who maintained it with sails furled.

In the middle of the morning he was awakened by some voices shouting from the sea: "Where is the captain ?" He saw a skiff and various men leaping aboard the schooner.

It was the owner who had come to claim, his boat in order to bring it into port in the customary legal form.

The skiff was commissioned to take Ulysses ashore with his little suitcase.

He was accompanied by a red-faced, fat gentleman who appeared to have great authority over the skipper.
"I suppose you are already informed of what is happening," he said to Ferragut while the two oarsmen made the skiff glide over the waves.
"Those bandits!...