midday
These , with some water and Emmeline 's Tangerine orange , which she produced and added to the common store , formed the feast , and they fell to . When they had finished , the remains were put carefully away , and they proceeded to step the tiny mast . The sailor , when the mast was in its place , stood for a moment resting his hand on it , and gazing around him over the vast and voiceless blue . The Pacific has three blues : the blue of morning , the blue of midday , and the blue of evening . But the blue of morning is the happiest : the happiest thing in colour -- sparkling , vague , newborn -- the blue of heaven and youth . `` What are you looking for , Paddy ? '' asked Dick .