two o'clock
But , as I say , this sort of navigation , always puzzling to me , was utterly bewildering in hazy weather . Any attempt at orientation made me giddy . So I slaved at the lead , varying my labour with a fierce bout of kedge-work when we grounded somewhere . I had two rests before two o'clock , one of an hour , when we ran into a patch of windless fog ; another of a few moments , when Davies said , ` There 's Norderney ! ' and I saw , surmounting a long slope of weedy sand , still wet with the receding sea , a cluster of sandhills exactly like a hundred others I had seen of late , but fraught with a new and unique interest . The usual formula , ` What have you got now ? ' checked my reverie , and ` Helm 's a-lee , ' ended it for the time .