Day Eight Hundred Ninety One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The road up to Jerusalem was crowded, and at times choked in both directions. Military vehicles held precedence and we pedestrians yielded the center whenever they appeared. Which was often.

The pedestrians were numerous and thankfully we blended right in.

Along the way we discussed strategies for locating our missing people. Elijah listened patiently to all my ideas. Until another interruption, this time, by a passing tanker truck.

That’s when Elijah announced the plan.

“I think we’ll walk to the center of the Holy City and announce ourselves.”

I turned to face him and he added, “And proclaim that the drought has not ended, but will continue.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“As always follow the lead of the Spirit.”

Day Four Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

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.

Day Four Hundred Thirty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

An interruption in the night (that is, the incoming tide) chased us further up the beach.

Upon dropping us off yesterday, the fisherman pointed west to indicate in which direction the island’s port city lay. So we set our sights to explore that quarter.

So far we have encountered no roads, and any and all paths have only led us up against a high wall of rock.

The lingering fog hides the features of the surrounding area. We can only surmise that this beach is hemmed in by the sea and the towering cliffs of the mainland, and hence the beach itself is our only available pathway.

Every so often the fog rises and we see ships in the distance.