Day Three Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was in error.

The other ship was not moving at all. It was the motion of our ship, its momentum, that created the impression in my mind that the other vessel was approaching. The Captain saw it right off.

And he also slowed our approach to better evaluate what we were getting ourselves into.

The bloody morass still lay off in the distance on our right. And it now appeared that we had a similar phenomenon far to our left. Was the way ahead the only channel through to our destination?

The Captain decided to press on. Perhaps our answer lies with the becalmed ship.

The Captain has ordered all hands on the alert, both day and night crews.

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Day Two Hundred Twenty One Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:
I reached the pool in time to see the fountain bubble to life. It must be a natural phenomenon. Its mist hung in the air. Its effect refreshing and invigorating.
Should I make this my daily habit?
Spring up, o well!

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.