Day Six Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As the night came on, we saw the light from that campfire still in the same place. It occasioned a lively debate.

The Captain, backed by Tomas’ judgement, wanted to find a way around it. To that end Tomas volunteered to run in advance of us to reconnoiter.

Elijah and I, however, held a different opinion. We wanted to continue on and catch up to these people – all based upon the revelations that Elijah has received, and the confirmation that I’ve been convinced to accept.

What I had to say on this matter resonated with our friends, and they at last acquiesced.

At the end of this night’s trek, we estimate the camp to be only one  more night away.

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Day Five Hundred Sixty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We had difficulty leaving.  In fact we made it out by the skin of our teeth.

It all began when the Captain paid a call on the port authorities. He wanted to settle a few things.  There was no cargo for us to carry from here. That was understandable. But for those items due elsewhere, the Captain wanted some compensation for the owners. They wouldn’t hear of it.  They are of the opinion that the world government will take care of it. As they believe it will “take care” of us.

This sent a chill through the Captain.

They threw up roadblock after roadblock, but he got us out.

In our wake we saw a robotic warship enter their harbor.

Day Four Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I have come to the same conclusion. Stan is here to extend and widen the reach of the world government.

But we disagree on what to do next. I believe his appearance was the answer to our “when to leave” question. Now.

Elijah clings to the notion that we still have a responsibility. What that is exactly, remains a mystery.

In my considered opinion, all followers of Hamashiach are safely out of his reach.

A case in point, the former owners of this inn were believers that left. The current possessors, we have learned, simply took over.

All the remaining denizens in this town are ripe to receive the “mark” for his promises.

What is left to do?

Day Three Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was of the opinion that we depart right away, lest the authorities change their minds and forbid our leaving. Of course, the Captain would not hear of departing until he had a first mate. But Elijah quietly stepped forward with both an idea and a plan.

In talking with Tomas, Elijah had learned a lot about the young man – not only has he studied at this country’s maritime academy, but has also worked on ships in his father’s merchant fleet.

The Captain was familiar with the family shipping firm and expressed his wish to meet the young gentleman.

Elijah went ashore and brought back an amenable Tomas to meet the Captain.  

Our ship now has a new first mate.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and the Captain came to a compromise of sorts. Records on the grain ship indicate that it was also headed for our next port of call. So Captain and crew are exercising salvage rights and now have it in tow while a skeleton crew tries to get it operational again.

The locusts aside, the Captain is of the opinion that there may be a substantial amount of grain beneath the weight of their carcasses.

Elijah is confident that this action will prove out to everyone’s benefit. He has one caution, however. He recommends that we only partake of the locusts in immediate contact with the grain, and avoid completely those found near human flesh.

We will see to it.

Day Two Hundred Ninety #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have freedom of movement. At least for a while. But maybe not for the whole nineteen days left to us in the city.  

It is my considered opinion that our foes have learned their lesson – again. It took them a long time to screw up their courage after the events at the bridge. So long ago now.

Elijah says they will await Stan’s return before attempting the like again.

We passed through an affluent sector today, little touched by the scourgings of the past. They even have gone so far as to put the mark on their dwellings. Elijah spoke to all we passed. I could see the impress of fear on their faces.

They blinked and scurried away.

Day One Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The white hot fervor of the people has cooled, and is replaced by lethargy. I have seen the phenomenon over and over again.

Nothing stirs from the city, no action of any kind. The drone activity has ceased, but I can only qualify that as to its overt manifestation.

Who knows what they may be up to? Soon ignorance on that score will stoke the monster of fear and the people’s mood will swing again. What is lacking is maturity.

Lyle sees growth in our people in these matters. It is his opinion that this problem is more rife in the people who oppose us. He predicts that that will give in to their fears and accuse us of wickedness.

Day One Hundred Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

All await the ultimatum. It’s dependent, of course, upon when Moglen and the others discover their latest gambit has collapsed. In the opinion of most, it has already occurred. Four drones instead of the usual two buzzed the encampment and spread out from there.

Lyle called a meeting of his leaders, but even more people came. Hardly anyone reported to the fields. Everyone wanted assurance. Not just for the future. But for their next breath.

Lyle was the calm in the center of the storm. He directed their focus to where it should be.

Afterwards we went off together. I asked him what we were going to tell Moglen when he asks to speak to Flowers.

“The truth, of course.”

Day One Hundred One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Both Lyle and I are feeling the pull. We need to get to that distant city and beyond. It is my belief that the fifteen remaining villages scattered between here and that city are empty.

Lyle won’t give up his intent to visit each of them, whether they are inhabited or not. He dares not miss a chance of catching up to the widow and her son.

Wouldn’t the fact that I am so much more senior to my young friend entitle my opinion to have a little more weight in our deliberations? I think so, but Lyle does not.

Perhaps the only way to prove myself right is to go along and check each in its turn.

Let’s see.