Day Five Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As the Captain foretold, we indeed did arrive at our next port of call today. But not to an empty harbor as I had predicted. There was one lone container ship moored to the sea wall as we passed by.

This port is situated at the mouth of a great, broad river. And our assigned berth was further up this river.

While Tomas and P met with the port authorities, the rest of us saw to other tasks. Elijah and I went ashore to discover and weigh the best options for setting the Hamashiachite contingent upon their path.

The Captain took it upon himself to traverse the city to the sea wall to pay a call on that other ship.

Day Three Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have been brought into harbor. But instead of the empty berth next to the grain ship, we were escorted to the other side of the harbor.

It may well be because we are a container ship, and this side of the harbor is given over to them. Still the Captain is highly displeased with the assignment for he won’t rest until he confronts his First Mate.

Elijah let it be known that he and I want to go ashore as soon as possible, and asked how long the ship would be in port.

The Captain put off the question of our stay, until we know more about local conditions, but did promise we could go ashore when he did.

Day Three Hundred Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The message of Elijah is spurring some action on the waterfront. People are lining up seeking passage away from the city.

I was among them, and had just secured a place for us on a container ship departing in six days, when the soldiers showed up. They waded into the crowd and began dispersing it right and left.

Elam saw his opportunity. He collected the remnants and led them apart and offered to take them all out another way.

I was successful in keeping the soldiers occupied elsewhere. Stan had joined those guarding the piers and sent the extra to “look after me.”

I asked him where he planned to be in seven days.

His look told me “not here.”