Day Three Hundred Eighty Seven late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:  

Before the Purser and I left for the southern gate, the Captain called for the government guard. He will make an appeal to him for any ideas as to how to gain permission to embark.

So as we head out, it is with the knowledge that the ship may well not be here upon our return.


Day Three Hundred Eighty Six late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

The Captain has finished offloading this port’s cargo and is now loading containers for future ports.

He is convinced that his family did not come this way, so he will look elsewhere. So, he wants to get underway as soon as his freight is aboard (with or without Enoch’s party). To that end he is seeking permission to leave. So far the answer is in the negative.

We have re-evaluated at which gate to look for our travelers. The southern one seems the more likely.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Five late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

As our survey of the north side of the city proved fruitless, the Purser wants to turn our attention to the south side today. I think it best to camp out by the northern gate and wait there but finally agree to tour the southern section – with the proviso that we make a circuit and end up at the northern gate.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Four late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

The Purser and I have reached the northern gate by which his family and Enoch should be arriving. No one at the gate recalls any entrants by the description we gave.  

We are turning our attention to the inns and hotels that line the streets between here and the dock.

Along the way we learned there was a mass exodus to the interior of the followers of Hamashiach a month ago.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Three late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

Almost time to go on shore again. Last time, though I found the sign of the fish in several places in the vicinity of the docks, I did not come across any followers of Hamashiach.

I have asked the Captain for permission to take the Purser with me. He knows the city beyond and desires to look for his wife and children.

I hope to see Enoch soon.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Two late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

I paced the deck all night waiting for the hour when I would be allowed to leave the ship. I had to wrestle with the Captain over the issue. Though I won the point I had to agree to return before nightfall.

The price of not having Enoch with me.

Day Three Hundred Eighty One late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

We had no opposition to our entry into the harbor. No signal nor any communication from the robotic warship.

A swift boat came out and ordered us to heave to. They brought a pilot to bring us in. Within the hour we were tied up at a pier.

The Captain was absent the rest of the day and all night chasing down the harbor master.

In the morning he reappeared. He now knows how and where to offload his cargo, but has also learned that although the warship allows ships in, none have yet been cleared to leave.

Day Three Hundred Eighty late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

We arrived off our destination in a blinding storm. And as the rain moved off we discovered that we were not alone. The robotic warship has taken up station outside the harbor.

The Captain has ordered the ship all ahead slow.

Tomas tells me that just like the Purser, his boss is hopeful his family may have escaped to this city.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Nine late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

The crew is happy to be back on normal shifts. The Captain tells me we are a day away from our next port, barring any unforeseen difficulties. The Purser, in hope, cherishes the thought of being reunited with his family there.

In my wanderings about the ship I chanced across the government guard and spoke to him about the warship. He confirms that the container did indeed contain ammunition.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Eight late morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah writes:

Under orders from the Captain, the crew is being held on their stations – to keep them busy, and their minds on work and off of the fiery illumination that sprang to life during the night and is still with us this morning.