one o'clock
The French commander there had followed the erratic motions of English boats until they ceased to alarm him . It was flood tide . The prison ship sat on the water , scarcely swinging . At one o'clock Jeannette was still on deck , having watched through the midnight of her experience . She had no phrases for her thoughts . They were dumb , but they filled her to the outermost layer of her skin , and deadened sensation . Boats began to disturb her , however .