eleven o'clock
It diminishes her obedience to the winds , and increases her docility to man . The Durande had never worked better at sea than on that day . She made her way marvellously . Towards eleven o'clock , a fresh breeze blowing from the nor ' - nor ' - west , the Durande was off the Minquiers , under little steam , keeping her head to the west , on the starboard tack , and close up to the wind . The weather was still fine and clear . The trawlers , however , were making for shore . By little and little , as if each one was anxious to get into port , the sea became clear of the boats .