About one o'clock in the morning
I could see no chance of our escape , as nothing but a man-of-war would be likely to interfere and recapture us . I thought of Virginia and Lady O'Connor , and then I thought of poor Bessy , and having left her in such an unfriendly way , perhaps to remain in a French prison for years . Bramble and I were fully aware that the promises of the prizemaster were only to cajole us , and that once in a French port , had we claimed the fulfillment of them , a kick would have been all which we should , in all probability , receive for our pains . About one o'clock in the morning I rose and went on deck . The watch had been relieved , the weather also looked brighter , as if it were going , to clear up , and I became still more depressed . Bramble soon followed me . `` It 's clearing up , '' said I , `` but I do n't think it will last . ''