About noon
I had no idea of being lost -- death did not enter my thoughts . There was plenty to eat , and some vessel would certainly pick us up . Nevertheless , I said my prayers , more devoutly than I usually did . About noon , as near as I could guess , the tide changed again , and as the wind had lulled very much , there was little or no swell . I thought that , now that the motion was not so great , we might possibly ship the foremast and make some little sail upon the boat ; and I tried again more earnestly to rouse up my companion ; after a few not very polite attempts , I succeeded in ascertaining that she was alive . `` Be quiet , Jim , '' said she , with her eyes still closed ; `` it 's not five bells yet . '' Another kick or two , and she turned herself round and stared wildly .