he governor and Bernice and those who had
been sitting with them, rose and, when they were alone, they said to one
another, "This man has done nothing deserving of death or of
imprisonment." And Agrippa said to Festus, "This man might have been set
free if he had not appealed to the Emperor."

PAUL'S SHIPWRECK

When it was decided that we were to sail for Italy, Paul and certain
other prisoners were placed in charge of Julius, an officer of the
Emperor's regiment. We went on board a ship which was bound for the
seaports of Asia Minor. The next day we stopped at Sidon, where Julius
very kindly allowed Paul to visit his friends and be entertained by
them. Putting to sea again, we sailed under the lee of Cyprus, for the
wind was against us. Then after sailing past Cilicia and Pamphylia, we
came to Myra in Lycia. There the officer found a ship from Alexandria
bound for Italy and put us on board. For many days we made slow progress
and it was only with great difficulty that we arrived off Cnidus. Then
as the wind was against us we sailed under the lee of Crete, opposite
Cape Salmone, and after coasting along with great difficulty came to a
place called Fair Havens, near the city of Lasea.

As our voyage had taken some time and sailing had become dangerous (for
it was already late in October) Paul warned them, saying, "Men, I see
that the voyage will mean serious injury and loss, not only to the cargo
and the ship but also to our own lives." But the officer paid more
attention to the captain and to the owner of the ship than to what Paul
said. As the harbor was not a good one in which to winter, most of them
advised putting to sea from there, hoping that they could get to
Phoenix (a safe harbor) so as to winter there.

When a light breeze from the south sprang up, they thought that they
could reach Phoenix. So, after lifting up the anchor, they ran close
along the coast of Crete: but in a short time a tempestuous wind called
a "Northeaster" beat down upon them. The ship was caught in it and was
unable to keep her head to the wind. So we had to give up and run before
it. Running under the lee of a little island called Cauda, we managed
with difficulty to haul in the ship's boat. After lifting it on board,
the men used ropes to bind together the lower part of the ship. As they
were afraid that they might run ashore on the African quicksands, they
lowered the sail and drifted. But as we were being terribly battered by
the