twelve o'clock
The fish comes , and the milk comes , and they pay the fishmonger 's bill and the milkman 's , and they think one 's the same as the other , my man . '' `` Eh ! I was thinkin ' about a gentleman as came from this Mission vessel aboard of us . He saw our twelve o'clock haul , and he says , ` Bad breeze last night , my man . Did you work through it ? ' Well , there was nothing much of a wind -- just enough to make us reef her ; so I answers , and he says , ` I suppose this is your night 's work . Now , what is your share ? '