midnight
Very proud and reticent in all things concerning the feelings was Yann , and he hid the letter in his blue jersey , next his breast , without saying anything , as sailors do . But he did not feel the courage to sit down with the others to supper , and disdaining even to explain why , he threw himself into his berth and fell asleep . Soon he dreamed of Sylvestre dead , and of his funeral going by . Towards midnight , being in that state of mind that is peculiar to seaman who are conscious of the time of day in their slumber , and quite clearly see the hour draw night when to awaken for the watch -- he saw the funeral , and said to himself : `` I am dreaming ; luckily the mate will come and wake me up , and the vision will pass away . '' But when a heavy hand was laid upon him and a voice cried out : `` Tumble out , Gaos ! watch , boy ! '' he heard the slight rustling of paper at his breast , a fine ghastly music that affirmed the fact of the death .