Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mawuli was the one to discover their bodies. We had passed the night without them in a place chosen by him. We unanimously decided not to leave the area until we could learn their whereabouts.

Judging by their final position and it’s great distance off our current path, Mawuli surmises that they encountered a patrol and led them away from us. Ultimately sacrificing themselves.

With care, Mr. Kagi and I buried their mortal remains.

Mawuli then assumed the chore of directing our way back to the hiding place.

Thoughts crowded in upon me – remembrances of all our times together- both at sea and on land. Through it all they were the most steadfast and faithful helpers for Elijah and me.

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Day Six Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have monitored the area uphill from our trail ever since we learned someone up there could be watching us like we watch the army below in the pass.

So far none of us have seen anything in that direction but snow and ice, or drifting fog or slow moving clouds.  There was much more of interest going on down below.

The head of the army was far beyond us. And what we saw was moving at a normal pace. And in a couple of instances at a complete standstill. These were some tanker trucks that were replenishing themselves from mountain streams.

The Captain judged by the time spent on that chore that the water levels were running quite low.

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 Three Hundred Thirty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Stan’s former cabin is now swabbed out. The crew to a man refused to do it. The Captain was at the point of rolling up his sleeves and pitching in himself, when the Purser and the First Mate volunteered for the chore.

However, the Captain ordered the entire crew forward to view the cabin before the two volunteers tackled the task. And he had them all go through it after it was cleaned. His goal, I am sure, was to cure them of their fear.

I was standing at the rail near the bow, wondering if he had been successful in his intent, when the view changed my focus.

I climbed back to the bridge to report an approaching ship.