The Captain has signed off on transporting Emil’s special container. It has been maneuvered out to the dockside.
There it is undergoing its last review. Emil himself is running through the checklist prior to its placement atop the pyramid of containers secured to the deck. After all, last on, first off.
Elijah looks on. Approving and very satisfied with himself.
As part of the deal, we will be returning to this port with two or three containers in an agreed upon trade.
The Captain watches our endeavors from his perch on the bridge high above us. He is too distant to make out his feelings at this moment.
I look forward to the end of this day. And time alone.