eleven o’clock
Next morning we were all carrying as much sail as we could crowd . By this time we had gotten our jury-fore-topmast up , and the Rayo , having kept astern in the night , was now under topsails , and top-gallant sails , with the wet canvass at the head of the sails , showing that the reefs had been freshly shaken out -- rolling wedge like on the swell , and rapidly shooting a-head , to resume her station . As she passed us , and let fall her foresail , she made the signal to make more sail , her object being to get through the Caicos Passage , into which we were now entering , before nightfall . It was eleven o'clock in the forenoon . A fine clear breezy day , fresh and pleasant , sometimes cloudy overhead , but always breaking away again , with a bit of a sneezer , and a small shower . As the sun rose there were indications of squalls in the north-eastern quarter , and about noon one of them was whitening to windward . So `` hands by the topgallant clew-lines '' was the word , and we were all standing by to shorten sail , when the Commodore came to the wind as sharp and suddenly as if he had anchored ; but on a second look , I saw his sheets were let fly , haulyards let go , and apparently all was confusion on board of her .