I had already hung for some time over the rock, and my hands were aching, and my neck was stiff. I still held on. My thoughts flew off to Locy and her child. Sadness and difficulty were waiting for her, because the bread-winner was gone. I thought that i was already dead. I could not save myself. And then the clock of St. James's church in Dover struck the hour, and the win carried the sound to my ears. Twelve! Eight more hours of darkness!