two in the morning
I expected to see a clear mass of water with fish in it ; something quite calm , something beautiful , not the noisy horror of the sea outside . I suppose I waited like that for a full minute before the roar of the squall grew less . Then I told myself that I must go on deck ; that the danger would be less , looking it in the face , than down there in the cabin . It was not pleasant to go on deck , any more than it is pleasant to go downstairs at two in the morning to look for burglars , but it was better to be moving than staying still . I clenched my fist upon the only dip which remained alight -LRB- the other was somewhere in the jumble under my feet -RRB- . Then , catching hold of the door-hook I pulled myself up to the door , where I steadied myself for a moment . While I stood there I had a horrible feeling of the ship having died under my feet .