Day Four Hundred Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have passed through areas of wholesale destruction off and on.  But those spaces in between them were empty also. I am beginning to think that perhaps we should have stayed with the ship.

Elijah continuously moves forward unperturbed. Even the sight of mangled cattle whose carcasses we have to skirt around does not slow him down.

Then the sky brightened over the road ahead of us, and my spirits were buoyed.

At one point we were climbing out of a hollow and a great darkness was mounting in the sky behind us and rapidly overtaking the smiling skies to our front.

We stepped up the pace towards a line of rocky hills and there sheltered in a shallow cave.

Day Four Hundred Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are hopeful that the danger from pirates is past. The Captain thinks this likely as we are now headed towards the seat of the world government.

It is not our destination. Indeed, we shall not be heading into the gulf off of which it is being built. But we assume there will a strong naval presence, and hence a deterrent to piratical activity.

I am still pulling extra watches.

During the afternoon one I split my attention between the sea around us and the shoreline on our port. At one point some movement alarmed me – among the dun-colored rocky hills shoreward, streams of white dots were swarming.

An amused Elijah told me they were only flocks of goats.