They tied me up, then, plumb amidships, back to the mast, lashed to the mast, and took themselves again to rowing. Soon, as we came smartly within hailing distance, the two Sirens, noting our fast ship off their point, made ready and they sang
I tried to say ‘Untie me!’ to the crew jerking my brows; but they bent steady to the oars. , to hold me still. So all rowed on, until the Sirens dropped under the sea rim and their singing dwindled away.
But scarcely had that island faded in blue air than I saw smoke and white water with sound of waves in tumult a sound the men heard and it terrified them. Oars flew from their hands the blades went knocking wild alongside till the ship lost way with no oar blades to drive her through the water.