About midnight
They say on the ships at Genoa that when it came to weather , even when you were a youngster , you were fair necromancer ! '' The sky rested blue , but the sea became green oil . That night there were all around us fields of phosphorescence . About midnight these vanished ; it was very black for all the stars , and we seemed to hear a sighing as from a giant leagues away . This passed , and the morning broke , silent and tranquil , azure sky and azure sea , and not so sharply clear as yesterday . The great calm wind again pushed us . Hispaniola !