three in the morning
`` I 've forgotten what sleep is , '' he explained to McCoy . `` I 'm all in . But give me a call at any time you think necessary . '' At three in the morning he was aroused by a gentle tugging at his arm . He sat up quickly , bracing himself against the skylight , stupid yet from his heavy sleep . The wind was thrumming its war song in the rigging , and a wild sea was buffeting the PYRENEES . Amidships she was wallowing first one rail under and then the other , flooding the waist more often than not .