ten o’clock in the evening
It lay to at half steam in an effort to hold steady on the waves . It must have been a steamer on one of those lines out of New York to Liverpool or Le Havre . It soon vanished into the shadows . At ten o'clock in the evening , the skies caught on fire . The air was streaked with violent flashes of lightning . I could n't stand this brightness , but Captain Nemo stared straight at it , as if to inhale the spirit of the storm . A dreadful noise filled the air , a complicated noise made up of the roar of crashing breakers , the howl of the wind , claps of thunder .