ten o'clock
They lay alongside one another , covered by sand that had been blown over them by the wind . On the wreck -- Efforts to kindle a fire -- My flagstaff -- Clothing impossible -- Growing corn in turtles ' blood -- My house of pearl shells -- How the pelicans fished for me -- Stung by a `` sting-rae '' -- My amusements -- A peculiar clock -- Threatened madness -- I begin to build a boat -- An appalling blunder -- Riding on turtles -- Preaching to Bruno -- Canine sympathy -- A sail -- How I got fresh water -- Sending messages by the pelicans -- A wonderful almanac -- A mysterious voice of hope -- Human beings at last . That morning I made my breakfast off raw sea-gulls ' eggs , but was unable to get anything to drink . Between nine and ten o'clock , as the tide was then very low , I was delighted to find that it was possible to reach the wreck by walking along the rocks . So , scrambling aboard , I collected as many things as I could possibly transfer ashore . I had to take dangerous headers into the cabin , as the whole ship 's interior was now full of water , but all I could manage to secure were a tomahawk and my bow and arrows , which had been given me by the Papuans . I had always taken a keen interest in archery , by the way , and had made quite a name for myself in this direction long before I left Switzerland .