For seventeen days he was on the raft. By day he rowed and by night he watched the stars, and he hardly slept at all.
On the eighteenth day land appeared in the distance. It was an island lying low on the water like a shield, and for the first time he thought he would live.
Then someone saw him from across the sea. It was Poseidon on his way back from a distant land, and the god of the sea frowned.