five o'clock
I am wondering if , after all , I have made clear the picture that is before my eyes : the languid cruise , the slight relaxation of discipline , due to the leisure of a pleasure voyage , the Ella again rolling gently , with hardly a dash of spray to show that she was moving , the sun beating down on her white decks and white canvas , on the three women in summer attire , on unending-bridge , with its accompaniment of tall glasses filled with ice , on Turner 's morose face and Vail 's watchful one . In the forecastle , much gossip and not a little fear , and in the forward house , where Captain Richardson and Singleton had their quarters , veiled hostility and sullen silence . August 11 was Tuesday , a hot August day , with only enough air going to keep our sails filled . At five o'clock I served afternoon tea , and shortly after I went to Williams 's cabin in the forward house to dress the wound in his head , a long cut , which was now healing . I passed the captain 's cabin , and heard him quarreling with the first mate , who was replying , now and then , sullenly . Only the tones of their voices reached me . When I had finished with Williams , and was returning , the quarrel was still going on .