seven
o'clock
The cold awoke me . The fire was out and so was the candle in the lanthorn , and I was in coffin darkness . This the tinder-box speedily remedied . I looked at my watch -- seven o'clock , as I was a sinner ! so that my sleep had lasted between three and four hours . I went on deck and found the night still black upon the sea , the wind the same brisk gale that was blowing when I quitted the helm , the sea no heavier , and the schooner tumbling in true Dutch fashion upon it . I looked very earnestly around but could see no signs of ice .