About twelve o'clock
Hans remains just as usual . The raft runs to the southeast invariably . We have now already run two hundred leagues from the newly discovered island . About twelve o'clock the storm became worse than ever . We are obliged now to fasten every bit of cargo tightly on the deck of the raft , or everything would be swept away . We make ourselves fast , too , each man lashing the other . The waves drive over us , so that several times we are actually under water .