midnight
On mad winter nights , when the sea came hurling along , and crashed thunderously on the decks , the smack tugged and lunged at her trawl . All round her the dark water boiled and roared , and the blast shrieked through the cordage with hollow tremors . That One who rideth on the wings of the wind lashed the dark sea into aimless fury , and the men on deck clung where they could as the smothering waves broke and seethed in wild eddies over the reeling vessel . At midnight the sleepers below heard the cry , `` Haul , O ! haul , haul , haul ! '' and they staggered to their feet in the reeking den of a cabin . `` Does it rain ? ''