about seven o'clock
They were not expected to do sailor 's work , but would be called upon in case of fighting to do their part at that . Mary was probably as good a fighter , in her own way , as one could find in a long journey , but how she was to do her part with sword and buckler Brandon did not know . That , however , was a bridge to be crossed when they should come to it . They had gone aboard about seven o'clock , and Brandon hoped the ship would be well down Bristol channel before he should leave his berth . But the wind that had filled Mary 's jack-boots with rain and had howled so dismally all night long would not stir , now that it was wanted . Noon came , yet no wind , and the sun shone as placidly as if Captain Charles Brandon were not fuming with impatience on the poop of the Royal Hind . Three o'clock and no wind .