ten o’clock
I perceived at the same time that the schooner , although going free , did not keep away nor take all the advantage of the land-wind to make his easting , before the sea-breeze set down , that he might have done , so that it was evident he did not intend to beat up , so as to fetch the Crooked Island Passage , which would have been his course , had he been bound for the States ; but was standing over to the Cuba shore , at that time swarming with pirates . It was now good daylight , and the terral gradually died away , and left us rolling gunwale under , as we rose and fell on the long seas , with our sails flapping , bulkheads creaking and screaming , and mainboom jig-jigging , as if it would have torn every thing to pieces . I could hear my friend Obed walking the deck , and whistling manfully for the sea-breeze , and exclaiming from time to time in his barbarous lingo , `` Souffle , souffle , San Antonio . '' But the saint had no bowels , and there we lay roasting until near ten o'clock in the forenoon . During all this period , Obed , who was shortsighted , as I learned afterwards , kept desiring his right arm , Paul Brandywine , to keep a bright look-out for the sea-breeze to windward , or rather to the eastward , for there was no wind -- because he knowed it often times tumbling down right sudden and dangerous at this season about the corner of the island hereabouts ; and the pride of the morning often brought a shower with it , fit to level a maize plat smooth as his hand . `` No black clouds to windward yet , Paul ? '' Paul could see nothing , and the question was repeated three or four times .