two in the morning
Everything portable was taken ashore , from her pigs of iron ballast to her running gear and sails . No one in Somo slept that night . Even the tiniest of children toddled about the feasting fires or sprawled surfeited on the sands . At two in the morning , at Bashti 's command , the shell of the boat was fired . And Jerry , thirsting for water , having whimpered and wailed himself to exhaustion , lying helpless , leg-tied , on his side , saw the floating world he had known so short a time go up in flame and smoke . And by the light of her burning , old Bashti apportioned the loot . No one of the tribe was too mean to receive nothing .