Day Three Hundred Sixty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The transfer at sea was an arduous process of delicate maneuvering and careful timing. It required all hands into the wee hours of the morning. I assisted what little I could.  

The warship lent no hands for the simple reason that there was not a single living soul aboard. It was all automated. Robotic.

The guard petitioned to join the warship, but was refused. He watched with longing as it turned south and we again took up our easterly course.

The Captain estimated that we have lost a day and a half, and should have the coast of our next destination in view come late tomorrow.

Both Elijah and I believe we shall cross paths with that robotic warship again.

Day Forty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

After a vigil of several hours, we were rewarded for our patience, with a confirmation of sorts. Indeed, sections do open up, and animals come in from the outside, but it is all one direction. Nothing goes out. Nor could there. As Lyle points out, it’s all a trap. The “doors” only open to take in what ever these forces want.

We will need to find another way. And I am so thankful that forewarned we can be forearmed against some very dire consequences.

Curiosity is rising though. We have seen no human presence. We’re beginning to suspect it’s all remotely controlled, or perhaps even of a robotic nature. Why are they guarding against where we all should be going?