Three o'clock
They had gone aboard about seven o'clock , and Brandon hoped the ship would be well down Bristol channel before he should leave his berth . But the wind that had filled Mary 's jack-boots with rain and had howled so dismally all night long would not stir , now that it was wanted . Noon came , yet no wind , and the sun shone as placidly as if Captain Charles Brandon were not fuming with impatience on the poop of the Royal Hind . Three o'clock and no wind . The captain said it would come with night , but sundown was almost at hand and no wind yet . Brandon knew this meant failure if it held a little longer , for he was certain the king , with Wolsey 's help , would long since have guessed the truth . Brandon had not seen the princess since morning , and the delicacy he felt about going to her cabin made the situation somewhat difficult .