The Narrator writes:
I put off opening the diary this morning. Its appearance was darker than usual. In fact, sitting there on my desk it seemed to be sucking the light from the room, making all around me a couple of shades dimmer than usual.
At last I unlocked the cover and the pages fell open with a burst of light.
Though there was still no new entry, hope soared in me again.
The Captain called me to the bridge in the forenoon. I’d been busy crunching numbers so I welcomed the interruption to get away from my desk and office.
I was surprised however to learn the reason for my summons. The Captain handed me his binoculars and pointed to the shore. He said our next port used to be there.
I looked, but beyond a screen of naval ships it was hard to make out what I was seeing.
It helped when he added that skyscrapers used to stand where an inlet of water lay.
I wondered out loud why the Commodore had not forewarned us.
The Captain shrugged and asked me to prepare things for the port next in line.
We spent a quiet night at the Purser’s home.
The silence continued into the next day. We took our time searching the house. Here and there we found evidence of their attachment to Hamashiach.
It was Elijah who picked up a scrap of paper that had fallen behind a desk and turned it over to find a note from the Purser’s wife. In it she wrote to her husband that they had left to his mother’s place in the country. I knew from my conversations with him the general direction. And that it was further away than the Captain would allow.
We debated whether or not to return to the ship to inform the Purser.
We decided to press on.
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