five in the afternoon
-- Cuba Fishermen `` El Pescador de Puerto Escondido , Pesca mas que Peseado , Quando la Luna redonda Reflexado en la mar profunda . Pero cuidado , El pobre sera el nino perdido Si esta por Anglisman cogido . Ay de mi '' . It was now five in the afternoon , and the breeze continued to fall , and the sea to go down , until sunset , by which time we had I run the corvette hull down , and the schooner nearly out of sight . Right ahead of us rose the high land of Cuba , to the westward of Cape Maize , clear and well-defined against the northern sky ; and as we neither hauled our wind to weather the east end of the island , nor edged away for St Jago , it was evident , beyond all doubt , that we were running right in for some one of the piratical haunts on the Cuba coast . The crew now set to work , and removed the remains of their late messmate , and the two wounded men , from where they lay upon the ballast in the Run , to their own berth forward in the bow of the little vessel ; they then replaced the planks which they had started , and arranged the dead body of the mate along the cabin floor , close to where I lay , faint and bleeding , and more heavily bruised than I had at first thought . The captain was still at the helm ; he had never spoken a word either to me or any of the crew , since he had taken the trifling liberty of shooting me through the neck , and no thanks to him that the wound was not mortal ; but he now resumed his American accent , and began to drawl out the necessary orders for repairing damages .