half past eleven
In the course of the next half hour the owners of the boats which lay alongside the quay sauntered down one by one . Brown lugsails were run up on the smaller boats . The mainsail of the hooker was slowly hoisted . At half past eleven there was not a single boat of any kind left afloat in the harbour . Peter Walsh , his coat off and his sleeves rolled up , was laying long stripes of green paint on the already shining bottom of the Blue Wanderer . He worked with the greatest zeal and earnestness . Timothy Sweeny looked at the empty harbour with satisfaction .