When he wakes up, the sun is in his eyes. The cabin has a small window (its forward bulkhead is deeply sheltered under the poop deck and so it is safe to put panes of glass there). And since they are sailing eastwards, the rising sun shines into it directly – along the way, it happens to beam directly through the huge spoked wheel by which the ship is steered. This is situated just beneath the edge of that same poop deck so that the steersman can take shelter from the weather while enjoying a clear view forward down almost the entire length of Minerva .At the moment, loops of rope have been cast over a couple of the handles at the ends of the wheel's spokes and tied down to keep the rudder fixed in one position. No one is at the wheel, and it's neatly dividing the red disk of the rising sun into sectors.