The storm had been going on 14 days, and the crew and passengers, 276 in all had not eaten. The crew discovered that they were most likely approaching land, but since it was night, they could see nothing, and fearing running onto the rocks and being killed, they set anchor until daylight.
The crew also lowered the lifeboat, apparently hoping to get away safely from the ship once they could see land, but Paul noticed what they had done and informed the centurion, who set the boat adrift. I’m guessing the sailors weren’t overly thrilled by this, so Paul stepped up and urged everyone to have something to eat, changing the subject. He took some bread and gave thanks to God for it, and that seemed to encourage the others to join him, and they all ate their fill. After that, final preparations were made to make landfall as soon as the sun came up.
When daylight finally came, they couldn’t identify where they were, but they did see a bay with nice sandy beaches in the distance, and the crew made for it… until they ran aground on a sandbar some distance from the beach. The stern of the ship was quickly dashed to pieces by the rough surf; they would have to swim for it. This of course gave the soldiers a quandary for they couldn’t risk any of the prisoners escaping, so they resolved to kill them all. God of course was not going to have it, for the whole point of all of this was to get Paul to Rome; their commander intervened on Paul’s behalf and they were spared. Then he directed that those who could swim should head for shore, and those who couldn’t were given planks and other floating objects to ride into the beach; everyone made it, and thus Paul arrived in Malta.
We must know that after all this, Paul’s visit there would be a noteworthy one, and we’ll see what happens next time.