two o'clock
Not the slightest alarm had invaded the ship , when Grenville finally urged his senses back to the normal , notwithstanding the unaccustomed suddenness with which the aspect of the day had been reversed . The storm broke at last , about one in the afternoon , with a deluge of rain and an onslaught of wind that seemed for a time refreshing . The huge steel leviathan appeared to elevate her nose , give her shoulders a shake that settled her firmly in the gray disorder of the elements , and then to accept the rude old contest with a certain indifference , born of well-established prowess . By two o'clock there was nothing refreshing suggested . A dull , stubborn struggle was waging in the drab of a wild and narrow field of commotion . Chill , musty billows of air , made thick by something that was neither scud nor mist , pounced heavily upon the laboring `` Inca '' in a manner chaotic and irregular . The sea was rising sullenly , its waves , like tumultuous cohorts , with ragged white banners , ceaselessly advancing .