thirteen minutes past six
No , there is not even a speck of land to be seen to the west , where the coast of North America extends for thousands of miles . The setting sun now throws but slanting rays upon the bosom of the ocean . It must be about six o'clock in the evening . I take out my watch and it marks thirteen minutes past six . As I have already mentioned , I waited for the door of my prison to open , thoroughly resolved not to fall asleep again , but to spring upon the first person who entered and force him to answer my questions . I was not aware then that it was day , but it was , and hour after hour passed and no one came . I began to suffer again from hunger and thirst , for I had not preserved either bite or sup .