sic orsus et alno insiluit penitusque Noto stridente propinquis abripitur terris: et iam ardua ducere nubes incipit et longo Scyros discedere ponto.


So he spoke and leapt on board. The whistling South Wind snatched him far from the neighbouring land. And now lofty Scyros starts to collect fog and depart from the extended sea.