Day One Thousand Two Hundred Eleven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have not budged from this location. There is a growing sense among us that some big change is close at hand. Even the far off battlefield fell silent when we first stirred at sunrise. And eerily has remained so all day.

Tomas has been in and out of camp constantly, I do believe, traveling further afield in each instance. I suppose it serves a dual purpose – our protection, and his sanity.

The Captain struck up another conversation with me. This time at last directly addressing the question he skirted around yesterday.

We all know we shall fall before the return of Hamashiach. He was curious if I knew who would perish first, Elijah and me, or him and Tomas.

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Day One Thousand Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The Captain got his wish today. Tomas escorted him down to the dock area to visit their former vessel. I wanted to go along but Elijah decided our presence was more necessary here.

I’m looking forward to their return and to what news they will share.

Mei, Mawuli and Sy and Elam went out into the city at Elam’s request to look around. The guards accompanied them as an escort for their protection, not in the least restrictive.

Elijah found a room in the apartment for a set apart place and asked me to join him in a time for intercession. Consequently we missed the return of both parties, and hence did not learn about their news until much later.

Day Nine Hundred Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another night of intercession. We emerged with direction and purpose. Elijah asked the Purser to escort us to their makeshift hospital.

Tomas asked if he could help. Elijah assented and chose him to be by his side. I took Mawuli with me.

At first the former army surgeon in charge resisted us, for our protection, he claimed. But then it was clear that he considered our actions as an intrusion into his sphere of authority.

It took the Purser’s utmost persuasion to calm him enough to back off.

To his amazement Elijah and Tomas went into those down with fevers and sickness and raised them from their beds. Mawuli watched as I did the same for those with physical injuries.

Day Three Hundred Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The city has dropped from our sight as we have pushed on into the wilderness. I returned the sling to Mawuli before we parted figuring that they would require its protection should they pass through similar wild beast habitats. An easy decision. After all, we have Elijah’s staff with us.

As indeed it did prove to be an aid in keeping some ravenous mastiffs away from us. And some rather big cats.

We were able to leave them and the wilderness behind before we went into camp for the night.

I asked Elijah if he had any sense for our future course once we reach the riverfront town.

He says he is still open and encourages me to be also.

Day Two Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A large party of dissenters slunk away in the cover of night. Those who remain think they went in search of the mark and the protection it offers.

Elijah conferred with me. We are in perfect accord. His work is done here. He will send others to reach out to the villages on this side of the mountain. I have one place left to check before we move on.

Probably as soon as tomorrow.