We ran into bad weather and found it impossible to stay on course. After much difficulty, we finally made it to the southern coast of the island of Crete
and docked at Good Harbor (appropriate name!).
By this time we had lost a lot of time. We had passed the autumn equinox, so it would be stormy weather from now on through the winter, too dangerous for sailing. Paul warned,
"I see only disaster ahead for cargo and ship - to say nothing of our lives! - if we put out to sea now."
The centurion set Paul's warning aside and let the ship captain and the shipowner talk him into trying for the next harbor.
But it was not the best harbor for staying the winter. Phoenix, a few miles further on, was more suitable.
When a gentle southerly breeze came up, they weighed anchor, thinking it would be smooth sailing.