Storm clouds blew in this afternoon. And appear to go on forever, encircling and closing in on the city. It seems too early as there yet remains three days to run.
Elijah and I discussed plans to get through the cordon and into our ship. We had just settled on a stratagem, when the said ship cast off from the dock and pulled away out into the roads.
Obviously Stan has identified it as ours and ordered her off. At the same time he has reinforced the troops on the perimeter around us.
I admitted disappointment, but Elijah remained non-plussed.
At that moment the storm broke loose. Lightning and hail fell from the turbulent skies.
They both spared us.