Day Three Hundred Seventy Six late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

I again have the onerous chore of chronicling my activities. I miss Enoch.

My arrival at the ship added greatly to the confusion then embroiling the crew. They had just completed offloading the cargo designated by the Captain, when that gentleman discovered a list of containers at this port slated for transport. In the midst of this new task, the runaway guard turned up with dire news. Somehow he came across the prophecy about this place and urged our immediate departure. I confirmed the dilemma.

Now Captain and Purser have important decisions.

Day Two Hundred Eleven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

The gnawing in my stomach urges me on that I might forget it in other activities.

It returns full force when like now I rest from my march. But I must avoid the heat of the day and its draining affect on my remaining strength.

The oasis beckons from the horizon.