Driven to Bay, Volume III by Florence Marryat

At four bells in the early watch at the break of the ensuing day, Captain Robarts was to be seen walking in company with his chief officer. The wind had continued to blow steadily during the night, freshening a little at eight bells, and the _Pandora_ had, at that time, but one hundred miles to traverse. Should the elements continue to favour them, the skipper expected to be anchored in the Bay before midnight. But the appearance of the sun, which just peeped from a curtain of bright red clouds, bordered with dull orange, formed the subject of a grave discussion between the two officers.

‘I don't like the looks of it, sir,' said Mr Coffin, who had summoned his commander to join him in an inspection of the offending luminary; ‘and my opinion is, that we shall get it before night falls.'