We were a long time getting into the harbor. And even a longer time finding a berth. Debris packed the waters beside the docks, human bodies making up a good proportion of said debris.
And just like the ship master it took some convincing to change the minds of the remaining port authorities to allow us entry. Then it seemed like an eon for them to assemble some dock workers to help. (Many had fled to high ground).
Our crew set about clearing a way in, and by the time the shore crew was ready, we had already accomplished that task.
I helped Tomas and P identify containers with medical supplies and offloaded those first.
Even some listed for elsewhere.
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