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Eight bells and your watch is over.
Half an hour of sand at a time, a boy turning the glass and striking the bell, and at eight you were relieved and the next man took the deck. Every sailor who ever lived measured his time that way — not in days, in glasses turned.
They struck eight bells for a dead man too. Same sound. A crew heard it a
