one o'clock
I was up and astir again by seven o'clock the next morning , my first move being to go along to the yacht and interview Snip , the tailor , in accordance with my arrangement of the previous evening . To my amazement , I found that the man , with characteristic American `` hustle '' , had got my working suit of uniform far enough advanced for me to try it on . The cut and fit proved to be everything : that could be desired , and I was faithfully promised that the suit should be ready for me to don upon joining the ship after signing articles . In keeping with our pretensions to be a `` swagger '' ship and crew , the wardroom mess took lunch , instead of dinner , at one o'clock , dining at seven o'clock in the evening . This was the hour adopted by the saloon party , who , I learned , were regularly reinforced by one or more members of the wardroom contingent , by special invitation from Mrs Vansittart . It was just two o'clock in the afternoon when the boatswain piped `` All hands unmoor ship '' ; and by half-past two we were through the dock gates and heading down the river , impelled by our own engine . Bearing out what Kennedy and the others had already told me as to Mrs Vansittart being the actual as well as nominal captain of the yacht , at the call of `` All hands '' the lady had appeared on deck .