Then I slept heavily for maybe three hours.
Bertric roused me about that time.

The wind had come, and the sky had clouded over, and the boat was slipping fast through the water, looking eastward indeed, but the wind headed us too closely for that to be of much use.

It was blowing from the worst quarter for us, the southeast, and freshening.

The boat was fit for little but running, and at this time I waxed anxious as to what was before us, for any Caithness man has heard tales of fishers who have been caught in the southeast winds, and never heard of more.
Now, it would make a long tale to tell of what came thereafter on the open sea.

Bertric would have me sleep now, and I did so, for I was fairly worn out, and then the weather grew wilder, until we were driving before a gale, and our hope of making even the Shetlands was gone.
So we drove for two whole days until we had lost all reckoning, and the gale blew itself out.