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102 For him uttering such things a raoring gust from the North wind strikes the sail head on, and lifts waves to the stars. The oars are shattered, then the prow gives its side to the waves, a towering mountain of water follows in a pile. They hang on the top of a wave, a splitting wave discloses to them land among the waves, the tide rages with the sands. The South wind (Notus) twists three (ships) onto lurking rocks (The Italians call the rocks which are in the middle of the waves, "The Altars," a huge spine at the surface of the sea), the East wind (Eurus) drove the three from the deep into the shallows and onto a reef, piteous to behold (Pharr), and dashed [them] into the shoals and surrounded them in a mound of sand. One [ship], which was carrying faithful Orontes and the Lycians, a huge sea struck into the stern from high above before his (himself's) very eyes: and the captain is struck headlong and rolls onto his head; but a wave twists her (the ship) thrice in the same place driving [it] around and a swift whirlpool devours [it] from the sea. Scattered swimmers appear in a vast abyss, weapons of men, and planks and the treasures of Troy through the waves. The winter storm conquers now the strong ship of Illioneus, now brave Achates and [the one] by which Abas was carried, and by which old Aletes [was carried]; All take on unfriendly water with the sides opened and fissures open.