eleven o'clock
The old Juno , to which Salvé belonged , was lying at that time at Sandvigen , and was only waiting for a north-east wind to come out . She was a square-rigged vessel , with a crew of nineteen hands all told , which had plied for many years in American waters , and off and on in the North Sea , and was reckoned at the time one of Arendal 's largest craft . Her arrival or departure was quite an event for the town and neighbourhood ; and to have a berth in her was considered among the sailors of the district a very high honour indeed -- the more so that her master and principal owner , Captain Beck , was a particularly good chief to serve under , and a lucky one to boot . When at last , between ten and eleven o'clock one morning , she weighed anchor , and before a light north-westerly breeze , with her small sails set , glided out to sea , the quays were crowded with spectators , the majority of the crew belonging to the place , and it being generally known that they were bound on a longer voyage than usual . On board she had with her still the captain 's son , Carl Beck , a smart young naval officer , with his sister and a small party of their friends , who meant to land out on the Torungens in the sailing-boat they had in tow . They wished to remain with her as long as possible , and for the purpose had made up a party to the islands , where the gentlemen proposed to shoot some of the sea-fowl , which are to be found out there on the rocks in swarms at the spring season of the year on their passage north along the coast . It was about four o'clock when they passed Little Torungen ; and as there were swells then bursting in white jets upon the reefs , and a line of dark fire-fringed clouds about the sunset , which looked like heavy weather coming up , the pleasure party determined to leave the vessel here , instead of going on , as they had intended , to the larger of the two islands .