Day One Thousand One Hundred Fifty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Three of Elijah’s six disciples have left us. They continued on after we halted at daylight. They felt keenly the need to do so. Elijah did not stop, nor even try to dissuade them. Instead he gave each his blessing.

I watched them as they disappeared from sight, and silently prayed for their safe passage.

As of the time we set out this evening, agreement has still eluded us. But thankfully contention has not raised its ugly head.

And a good thing for it was a challenge dodging the patrolling drones even with seven pairs of eyes on the alert.

After a couple of close encounters I could not but help think of our departed comrades and how they fared.

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Day Five Hundred Forty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A storm lashed the ship all day. Our guests remained in their quarters except the five of their number who are joining the crew. G oversaw their baptism as it were into this lot of a sailor’s life.

Elijah remained in the special cabin for the duration of the storm.  I could sense him wrestling for our safe passage.

I kept to the bridge and to the company of Tomas and P. Between the times of intense activity we talked about our lives, our past, and what it was that led us to this point in our life journeys.

Come my turn, their jaws dropped at the revelation of my great age. And marveled at my memories of my youth.