Day Four Hundred Twenty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

First thing we descended to the city. All the gates were closed. We heard the sounds of activity within, but saw no one. We made our way around to see the harbor. Three ships floated there and two were tied up at docks, but none was ours.

Then we realized we had to check the opposite side. And when we did, we discovered another road from the north and an open gate.

The guard in command denied us entry, for in his words we may not conduct business without the mark. Elijah declared we were not merchants. This stymied him and said he would ask his commander. And sent us away.

We have to wait to see what comes next.

Day Four Hundred Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have the mountain behind us and it is well after dark. We pushed on through to be out of the pass and well below the tree line before settling in. The exertion of walking kept us warm through the snow and ice.

The view before me now has captivated my attention. I’ve completely forgotten the sights and sounds of the day that got us to this point. The port city stretches in both directions along the coast. So many tall buildings and all of them intact. The ravages of the great destruction are strikingly absent.

However there is one disappointment- nothing is visible in the harbor. I mean to say, we cannot even see the harbor much less any ships.

Day Three Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are content for now to rest where we are. The seaport bustles with ships coming and going at all hours.  Our vessel is still dockside taking on cargo. We will join her four days from now, and should be offshore on the city’s last day.

Stan intends to keep us here.

He has changed the guard, and even added more to their number.

Elijah thinks Stan has noted our reluctance to harm anyone, and therefore more and more is assigning younger guards to us.

I think they are still puzzled about how Elam and I escaped their custody.  And I wonder if that woman forfeited her life in consequence.

They have no idea of the power of the Spirit.

Day Three Hundred One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our room has a view of the harbor. Ships crowd the docks. And many more are out in the roads, waiting to come in, or awaiting the best conditions to depart. We will have to find one that is going our way before the clock ticks down the last eight days.

Elijah led us into the highways and byways to proclaim the warning.

It was as though all had blinders on, eyes open to their tasks, and ears closed to anything outside their focus.

Then we noticed that the streets were filling with soldiers trying to separate us from the crowds. And Stan stood at their head.

Elijah resisted and they fell back in a swoon.

Stan could only retreat.