Noon
Again the sun went down without a sail having appeared . That night passed away as had the former one , though each of us got rather more sleep . The next morning there was the same dull calm . Noon came , and with a heavy heart I served out the remainder of our provisions , but none of us seemed to care much for food . Water was what we craved for . A thimbleful to moisten our tongues would have been worth its bulk in gold . A raging thirst was growing on us .