six o’clock
That day I started my diary of these adventures , which has enabled me to narrate them with the most scrupulous accuracy ; and one odd detail : I wrote it on paper manufactured from marine eelgrass . Early in the morning on November 11 , fresh air poured through the Nautilus 's interior , informing me that we had returned to the surface of the ocean to renew our oxygen supply . I headed for the central companionway and climbed onto the platform . It was six o'clock . I found the weather overcast , the sea gray but calm . Hardly a billow . I hoped to encounter Captain Nemo there -- would he come ?