seven o'clock
Their fate was not in their own guns . More and more weird waxed the grisly dumbness of five-sided Morgan and the spectral silence of the oncoming league-long fleet . The light wind freshened . By the bell 's six taps it was seven o'clock . The boat drifting in on the tide made Fort Gaines seem to move seaward . Miranda looked back to Fort Powell and then out to sea again . `` The worst , '' said Anna , reading her thought , `` will be down there with the _ Tennessee _ . ''