About half past one A.M.
Last time we took our bearings we were two hundred miles from the coast , and in seven days `` -- -- `` Your reasonings are very just , Lieutenant , '' replied the Sergeant , `` and I feel that whether the wind helps us or not , God will not forsake us . It can not be His will that so many unfortunate creatures should perish , and I put my trust in Him ! '' The two talked on in broken sentences , making each other hear above the roaring of the storm , and struggling to pierce the gloom which closed them in on every side ; but they could see nothing , not a ray of light broke the thick darkness . About half past one A.M. the hurricane ceased for a few minutes , whilst the fury of the sea seemed to be redoubled , and the large waves , lashed into foam , broke over each other with a roar like thunder . Suddenly Hobson seizing his companion 's arm shouted -- `` Sergeant , do you hear ? '' `` What ? '' `` The noise of the sea ? ''