It is not the storm I am thinking about, but the islands.

If we were down in the Mediterranean I could turn into my cot and sleep soundly; but here it is another matter.

We are somewhere up among the islands, but where, no man can say.

The wind has shifted a bit two or three times during the night, and, as we are obliged to run straight before it, there is no calculating to within a few miles where we are.

I have tried to edge out to the westward as much as I could, but with this wind blowing and the height of the ship out of water, we sag away to leeward so fast that nothing is gained by it.
"According to my calculation, we cannot be very far from the west coast of Mitylene.