midnight
But Fate is Fate , White-Jacket ; and we Homers who happen to be captains of tops must write our odes in our hearts , and publish them in our heads . But look ! the Captain 's on the poop . '' It was now midnight ; but all the officers were on deck . `` Jib-boom , there ! '' cried the Lieutenant of the Watch , going forward and hailing the headmost look-out . `` D'ye see anything of those fellows now ? ''