about noon
Yes , she has fallen afoul of the bubbling tide-rip there . It sets her the other way , too , for the time . Patience . It was now about noon , though , from the grayness of everything , it seemed to be getting towards dusk . The calm was confirmed . In the far distance , away from the influence of land , the leaden ocean seemed laid out and leaded up , its course finished , soul gone , defunct . But the current from landward , where the ship was , increased ; silently sweeping her further and further towards the tranced waters beyond .