noon
This dining-room and breakfast-room also contained our cellars which contained nothing , on which cellars we lay down when there was room -- your true midshipman is a recumbent animal -- and sat when we could not lie . For the same reason that the Romans called a grove _ lucus _ , these cellerets were called lockers , because there was nothing to lock in them , and no locks to lock in that nothing withal . In the midst stood an oak table , carved with more names than ever Rosalind accused Orlando of spoiling good trees with , besides the outline of a ship , and a number of squares , which served for an immovable draught-board . One battered , spoutless , handless , japanned-tin jug , that did not contain water , for it leaked ; some tin mugs ; seven , or perhaps eight , pewter plates ; an excellent old iron tureen , the best friend we had , and which had stood by us , through storm and calm , and the spiteful kick of Reefer , and the contemptuous `` slings and arrows of outrageous fortune , '' in the galley ; which tureen contained our cocoa in the morning , our pea-soup at noon , and , after these multiplied duties , performed the character of wash-hand basin , whenever the midshipman 's fag condescended to cleanse his hands . It is a fact that , when we sailed for England , of crockeryware we had not a single article . There was a calabash or so , and two or three sections of cocoa-nut shells . We had no other provisions than barely the ship 's allowance , and even these were of the worst description .