twelve o'clock
`` Only a sea , ma'am , '' she replied . In my heart I hoped we should not have another such box on the ear . We had a horrid night , but the next day it grew quieter , though it was still rough , and the wind ahead . Soon after , it grew fair , and the captain promised us that on Monday , before twelve o'clock , we should see Ireland ; and sure enough it was so . I was on deck again just at twelve ; the sun came out of the clouds , and the mate took an observation . `` That is worth five pounds , '' said he ; `` now I know just where we are . '' Then the captain went up on the wheel-box , and we heard the welcome sound , `` Tory Island . ''