Noon
Confident , from the aspect of matters , that the ship , after all , would be obliged to go in ; and learning , moreover , that the mate had said so , the sailors , for the present , seemed in no hurry about it ; especially as the bucket of Bungs gave such generous cheer . As for Bembo , we were told that , after putting him in double irons , the mate had locked him up in the captain 's state-room , taking the additional precaution of keeping the cabin scuttle secured . From this time forward we never saw the Mowree again , a circumstance which will explain itself as the narrative proceeds . Noon came , and no consul ; and as the afternoon advanced without any word even from the shore , the mate was justly incensed ; more especially as he had taken great pains to keep perfectly sober against Wilson 's arrival . Two or three hours before sundown , a small schooner came out of the harbour , and headed over for the adjoining island of Imeeo , or Moreea , in plain sight , about fifteen miles distant . The wind failing , the current swept her down under our bows , where we had a fair glimpse of the natives on her decks . There were a score of them , perhaps , lounging upon spread mats , and smoking their pipes .