But if, as I think, we are driving towards Mitylene, there is a safe harbour on this side of the island, and I shall certainly run into it.

It is well sheltered and landlocked." Two more hours passed, and then there was a startling transformation.
The clouds broke suddenly and cleared off, as if by magic, and the sun streamed brightly out.

The wind was blowing as strong as ever, but the change in the hue of sky and sea would at once have raised the spirits of the tired crew, had not a long line of land been seen stretching ahead of them at a distance of four or five miles.
"Just as I thought," the captain exclaimed as he saw it.

"That is Mitylene, sure enough, and the entrance to the harbour I spoke of lies away there on that beam." The oars were at once got out, the sail braced up a little, and the Bonito made for the point indicated by the captain, who himself took the helm.
Another half hour and they were close to land.

Francis could see no sign of a port, but in a few minutes the Bonito rounded the end of a low island, and a passage opened before her.