a quarter past six
No ! I would not save myself ! Yet , on the other hand , what fate awaited me , and where would I be carried by the `` Terror , '' if I remained on board ? It was a quarter past six . The destroyers , quivering and trembling under the strain of their speed , gained on us perceptibly . They were now directly astern , leaving between them a distance of twelve or fifteen cable lengths . The `` Terror , '' without increasing her speed , saw one of them approach on the port side , the other to starboard .