Day Three Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The water was noticeably placid where we held up last night. An undisturbed mirror. No wave action at all.

That all changed after the Captain ordered our ship forward to close with the becalmed ship. The cut water at the bow cleaved ahead, parting the waters and ruffling its placidity.

We hailed the ship and received back no answer whatsoever.

The Captain sent his First Mate over in their cutter. After a few attempts with a rope and grapple they were able to gain the deck above.

They were some time getting back with their news.

The ship is a grain ship. But no longer carrying grain. It is filled with the carcasses of locusts.

Elijah wants to go over.

Day Three Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was in error.

The other ship was not moving at all. It was the motion of our ship, its momentum, that created the impression in my mind that the other vessel was approaching. The Captain saw it right off.

And he also slowed our approach to better evaluate what we were getting ourselves into.

The bloody morass still lay off in the distance on our right. And it now appeared that we had a similar phenomenon far to our left. Was the way ahead the only channel through to our destination?

The Captain decided to press on. Perhaps our answer lies with the becalmed ship.

The Captain has ordered all hands on the alert, both day and night crews.