eight o’clock in the evening
`` Get the awning triced up to the stancheons , and tell my steward to get the beds on deck a few flags to shut us in will make the thing complete . '' It was done ; and while the sharp cries of the wounded , who were immediately under the knife of the doctor , and the low moans of those whose wounds had been dressed , or were waiting their turn , reached our ears distinctly through the small skylight , our beds were arranged on deck , under the shelter of the awning , a curtain of flags veiling our quarters from the gaze of the crew . Paul Gelid and Pepperpot occupied the starboard side of the little vessel ; Aaron Bang and myself the larboard . By this time it was close on eight o'clock in the evening . I had merely looked in on our friends , ensconced as they were in their temporary hurricane house ; for I had more work than I could accomplish on deck in repairing damages . Most of our standing , and great part of our running rigging , had been shot away , which the tired crew were busied in splicing and knotting the best way they could . Our mainmast was very badly wounded close to the deck .