But it was like falling into Scylla to avoid Charybdis (out of the frying-pan into the fire).

For we had not sailed a league ere our ships were stranded upon some sands such as are the flats of St.Maixent.
All our company seemed mightily disturbed except Friar John, who was not a jot daunted, and with sweet sugar-plum words comforted now one and then another, giving them hopes of speedy assistance from above, and telling them that he had seen Castor at the main-yardarm.

Oh! that I were but now ashore, cried Panurge, that is all I wish for myself at present, and that you who like the sea so well had each man of you two hundred thousand crowns.

I would fairly let you set up shop on these sands, and would get a fat calf dressed and a hundred of faggots (i.e.bottles of wine) cooled for you against you come ashore.

I freely consent never to mount a wife, so you but set me ashore and mount me on a horse, that I may go home.