Twenty minutes to five
That lighthouse is seventeen miles from the point of our own cape . '' The Captain fumbled away at his waist-band -- encircling a rotundity like that described of Saint Nicholas -- and pulled out his immense gold turnip . `` Columbus ' compass ! Twenty minutes to five ! Come , Walter , haul in the mainsheet , and come up to the wind . Are you ready to go about ? Well , down with the helm then .