about eleven o'clock
I had now the power to write the true book of the sea ; and this book , sooner or later , I wished to see daylight . The land nearest us was the archipelago of the Bahamas . There rose high submarine cliffs covered with large weeds . It was about eleven o'clock when Ned Land drew my attention to a formidable pricking , like the sting of an ant , which was produced by means of large seaweeds . `` Well , '' I said , `` these are proper caverns for poulps , and I should not be astonished to see some of these monsters . '' `` What ! '' said Conseil ; `` cuttlefish , real cuttlefish of the cephalopod class ? ''