"I was among the number of those who remained behind upon the island; so I sank in the sea with the rest who sank.
But God (whose name be exalted!) delivered me and saved me from drowning and supplied me with a great wooden bowl,
of the bowls in which the passengers had been washing, and I laid hold upon it and got into it, induced by the
sweetness of life, and beat the water with my feet as with oars, while the waves sported with me, tossing me
to the right and left. The master of the vessel had caused her sails to be spread, and pursued his voyage with
those who had embarked, not regarding such as had been submerged; and I ceased not to look at that vessel until
it was concealed from my eye. I made sure of destruction, and night came upon me while I was in this state; but
I remained so a day and a night, and the wind and the waves aided me until the bowl came to a stoppage with me
under a high island, whereon were trees overhanging the sea. So I laid hold upon a branch of a lofty tree,
and clung to it, after I had been at the point of destruction; and I kept hold upon it until I landed on the island,
when I found my legs benumbed, and saw marks of the nibbling of fish upon their hams, of which I had been
insensible by reason of the violence of the anguish and fatigue that I was suffering."
© Dávid Ursiny