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And then , on the following night , before we had ceased to talk about the matter of the vanishing lights , something else occurred that temporarily drove from my mind all memory of the mist , and the extraordinary , blind atmosphere it had seemed to usher . _ The Man Who Cried for Help _ It was , as I have said , on the following night that something further happened . And it brought home pretty vividly to me , if not to any of the others , the sense of a personal danger aboard . We had gone below for the eight to twelve watch , and my last impression of the weather at eight o'clock , was that the wind was freshening . There had been a great bank of cloud rising astern , which had looked as if it were going to breeze up still more . At a quarter to twelve , when we were called for our twelve to four watch on deck , I could tell at once , by the sound , that there was a fresh breeze blowing ; at the same time , I heard the voices of the men on the other watch , singing out as they hauled on the ropes . I caught the rattle of canvas in the wind , and guessed that they were taking the royals off her .