Day Five Hundred Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Though by the ship’s clock, it was past midday when we arrived at the gateway to the East, the lights of the city were still lit against the cloying darkness.

The water was motionless and all sound muffled as we maneuvered up to our berth.

Workers appeared from nowhere to secure our lines and hurried back out of sight.

It was an odd welcome. Like they were fearful to approach.

This notion was indeed confirmed by the timid port official who finally dared to come aboard. Rumors were rife that we somehow were responsible for the unending night.

The two guards debarked with P as soon as they could. In one last audience we laid hands on him and prayed.

Day Five Hundred Sixty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

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.

Day Four Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This is a busy port. We waited several hours for a space dockside to open up.

The naval patrol off the harbor supplies all pilots for vessels seeking to enter the port. Apparently our ship is now in their system, so there was no fuss upon our arrival. But I thought it strange that they don’t use it to keep up a more controlled flow in and out.

While we were awaiting a berth, Tomas accompanied the pilot everywhere around the ship.  Only then did I realize that such arrangements gave them more time and more access to fully check out each vessel.

Elijah has finally reappeared. He wants to go ashore and rejoin the ship at a later date.

Day Four Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A whirlwind of a day. At the crack of dawn the tug returned with our guests of yesterday. We were granted permission to enter the harbor.

The pilot took us in.

A berth had been cordoned off for our vessel, and as soon as we docked, Emil’s special container was offloaded. All the while the political officer kept Elijah and I under close observation.

If the three containers we were to take back had been ready we would have been out of there in no time. But they weren’t. Granted they had an excuse, they had not been expecting us.

So we had to wait.

Elijah asked permission to go ashore and was denied.

My request as purser was granted.

Day Three Hundred Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are underway. It was a swift passage out of the harbor. We were in the open sea in short order. Next stop – our island, in about three days, according to the calculations of the Captain. And that soon only if all goes well.

The Purser informs us that we have a new passenger. One of the world government officials has stayed on to accompany their container to its destination. He has a berth forward with the night crew. The Captain insisted on the arrangement.

Elijah pressed the Purser for a description of its contents, but he said he can’t. It’s a matter of his integrity. We understand completely.

We trust that whether we know or not will not matter.