half past five
Its repeated thunderous cries , which indicated fog , the lurching of the vessel , the sign , perhaps , of fresh storms and hardships to be gone through , vexed and fretted Frederick . From the adventurous doings in his brain , he was transported to the no less adventurous doings in reality . Awakening from his dreams , he found himself locked into a narrow cabin , plowing through the high seas , on a vessel heavily freighted with the fearful dreams of many souls , and yet not sinking from the load of that cargo . Frederick was already on deck before half past five . The fog had lifted , and from over the edge of a leaden sea of moderate-sized waves rose the dawn of a gloomy morning . The deck was empty , producing the impression of dreary loneliness . The passengers were all lying in their berths .