The port has been a study in contrasts today. All the other ships were abuzz with activity, while ours was just sitting by the dock, waiting.
Waiting for the Captain and P to return. (If they return at all). Waiting for news of what comes next.
Small boats were plying the waters constantly between the warship and the shore. We spotted one unit coming in that we were sure will be paying visits to the shrines of the city, claiming them in Stan’s name.
At one point Tomas was called for. He brought back word of the Captain’s imminent return, and a suggestion that we depart.
Neither Elijah nor myself sense that our time aboard has come to an end.