Day Four Hundred Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The light of the sun now shines into the depths of the ship’s hold. All to reveal a hollow space in the midst of the other containers. Was there ever a container there at all?

Tomas surmises that someone or “someones” on the crew arranged it in order to have a private spot for illicit activity. I’m not so sure. There are no signs that the space was ever occupied. And if ever there was a container to go with the paper work it must have been removed long ago. All that remains is the mystery.

I left Tomas to supervise the reloading and sought Elijah.

I found him only to learn we will not be allowed to stay ashore.

Day Two Hundred Forty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We found the camp of the East Enders split into two factions. None of them bearing the mark. But completely divorced from one another.

While Elijah met with them to straighten things out, I went into the city.

The West End is nothing but a hole in the ground, with the deepest pit in the locale of the First district.

A fire burns there in the depths.