noon
The seaman disappeared grumbling , while LeVere crossed the poop deck , and stood beside me looking out across the expanse of sea . `` No sail -- hey ? We hav ' bad luck -- too far north . '' `` And west ; we are out of the sea lanes ; but if it keeps bright I 'll take an observation at noon . '' Amada emerged from the companion , and stared up at us , shading his mouth with one hand as he spoke . `` He answer nothing , Senor LeVere . '' `` You rapped on the door ? ''