about
twelve o'clock
There was one thing to be said in his favour -- he had never been in action in his life . The breeze now fell light , and we were both with our sails set , when a thick fog obscured her from our sight . The fog rolled on till we met it , and then we could not see ten yards from the brig. This was a source of great mortification , as we had every chance of losing her . Fortunately , the wind was settling down fast into a calm , and about twelve o'clock the sails flapped against the mast . I reported twelve o'clock , and asked the captain whether we should pipe to dinner . `` Not yet , '' replied he , `` we will put her head about . '' `` Go about , sir ? ''