midnight
`` Is it going to get any worse ? '' said the bow-anchor chained down to the deck , where he could only breathe once in five minutes . '' ` Not knowing , ca n't say . Wind may blow a bit by midnight . Thanks awfully . Good-bye . '' The wave that spoke so politely had travelled some distance aft , and found itself all mixed up on the deck amidships , which was a well-deck sunk between high bulwarks .