Day Three Hundred Twelve #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have acclimated our daily routine to that of the ship. We eat when they eat, and sleep when they do. Or to be more precise, with the day crews. As a consequence we have little to no contact with the night crew.

The Captain thinks we will touch at the island in a week and a half, provided all goes smoothly. The main unknown factor being how long we will be at the next port of call. Nothing is scheduled for delivery there, but we will be taking on another hundred containers.

From conversations on other topics Elijah has learned that none aboard belong to or have an affinity for the world government. They are tolerated for their services.