six in the evening
The reader may remember what I related , when my crew conspired against me , and confined me to my cabin ; how I continued there several weeks without knowing what course we took ; and when I was put ashore in the long-boat , how the sailors told me , with oaths , whether true or false , `` that they knew not in what part of the world we were . '' However , I did then believe us to be about 10 degrees southward of the Cape of Good Hope , or about 45 degrees southern latitude , as I gathered from some general words I overheard among them , being I supposed to the south-east in their intended voyage to Madagascar . And although this were little better than conjecture , yet I resolved to steer my course eastward , hoping to reach the south-west coast of New Holland , and perhaps some such island as I desired lying westward of it . The wind was full west , and by six in the evening I computed I had gone eastward at least eighteen leagues ; when I spied a very small island about half a league off , which I soon reached . It was nothing but a rock , with one creek naturally arched by the force of tempests . Here I put in my canoe , and climbing a part of the rock , I could plainly discover land to the east , extending from south to north . I lay all night in my canoe ; and repeating my voyage early in the morning , I arrived in seven hours to the south-east point of New Holland .