8 p.m.
So did the galliot we had seen last night , but we again missed identifying her , as she weighed anchor before we came up to her berth . Davies , however , swore she was the ` Kormoran ' . We lost sight of her altogether for the greater part of the day , which we spent in exploring the Otzumer Ee -LRB- the gap between Langeoog and Spiekeroog -RRB- , now and then firing some perfunctory shots at seals and sea-birds ... -LRB- nautical details omitted -RRB- ... In the evening we were hurrying back to an inside anchorage , when we made a bad mistake ; did , in fact , what we had never done before , ran aground on the very top of high water , and are now sitting hard and fast on the edge of the Rute Flat , south of the east spit of Langeoog . The light was bad , and a misplaced boom tricked us ; kedging-off failed , and at 8 p.m. we were left on a perfect Ararat of sand , and only a yard or two from that accursed boom , which is perched on the very summit , as a lure to the unwary . It is going to blow hard too , though that is no great matter , as we are sheltered by banks on the sou ' - west and nor ' - west sides , the likely quarters . We hope to float at 6.15 to-morrow morning , but to make sure of being able to get her off , we have been transferring some ballast to the dinghy , by way of lightening the yacht -- a horrid business handling the pigs of lead , heavy , greasy , and black . The saloon is an inferno , the deck like a collier 's , and ourselves like sweeps .