about noon
How dear at this time seemed the island to him ! The wind which he had depended on to help him at this point had died down so that it was at the mercy of the current . He kept urging his boat to the westward as much as possible , with all his strength , hoping that a breeze would finally spring up . He struggled on bravely until about noon . He had been carried out a great distance into the sea , but not so far as to lose sight of the land . All at once he felt the breeze freshening up . It caught his sail and soon his boat was cutting across the current .