five
in the morning
An ' the conclusion is -- damn all mutineers an ' rebels ! Tho ' , to be sure , the words be a bit lusty for a young gentlewoman 's ears . '' We went back to our casks with lighter hearts . Howbeit 't was near five in the morning , I dare say , before my narrow bedchamber allow 'd me to drop asleep . I woke to spy through my bunghole the faint light of day struggling down the hatches . Above , I heard a clanking noise , and the voices of the men hiccoughing a dismal chant . They were lifting anchor .