And so the sons of Phrixus, drenched and trembling in fear of a horrible doom, were borne along by the waves helplessly.

And the force of the wind had snatched away their sails and shattered in twain the hull, tossed as it was by the breakers.
And hereupon by heaven's prompting those four clutched a huge beam, one of many that were scattered about, held together by sharp bolts, when the ship broke to pieces.

And on to the island the waves and the blasts of wind bore the men in their distress, within a little of death.

And straightway a mighty rain burst forth, and rained upon the sea and the island, and all the country opposite the island, where the arrogant Mossynoeci dwelt.

And the sweep of the waves hurled the sons of Phrixus, together with their massy beam, upon the beach of the island, in the murky night; and the floods of rain from Zeus ceased at sunrise, and soon the two bands drew near and met each other, and Argus spoke first: "We beseech you, by Zeus the Beholder, whoever ye are, to be kindly and to help us in our need.