In my dreams, the world government official had no face. But it was not surprising that he turned out to be our old nemesis. He saw me, of course, but I am certain he does not realize that I saw him.
He disappeared as the ship entered the island’s single port.
Elijah and I were well away from the ship on our errands before unloading commenced this morning.
We passed through the town and made directly for the summit of the mountain, which is the whole reason behind the island’s existence. A caldera actually.
The minute we set foot on the trail, a tremor staggered us. We did not turn back, but pressed on.
Something is stirring within the mountain.