Day Nine Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I almost asked Mary about her daughter Retha, but a closer view of Mary’s face told all. Lines of sadness were stamped into her countenance.

She hugged me, then embraced her son who held my gaze, an apology in his eyes for not preparing me.

The Purser directed us to a spot to rest. Instead Elijah and I found their special place and spent the night in intercession.

The area atop the plateau could easily accommodate a larger group, as we learned when the Purser showed us around.

And so it had at one time.

Now their numbers are dwindling through disease and untreated injuries.

More than ever we felt a renewed impetus to bring them to the hiding place.

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Day Five Hundred Fifty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Whereas we passed no vessels yesterday, today was markedly different.  I don’t think we had the ocean to ourselves a single minute. By the time we reach our next port of call, I will be surprised if we don’t have it all to ourselves.

Elijah commented upon my stated apprehensions of yesterday. He knew that that dark cloud on my visage would dissipate as soon as I entered the special place. And I admit the second the door closed behind me a great weight lifted.

So, why didn’t he recommend that course of action to begin with? The better to learn the lesson again?

He only smiles.

The Captain and Tomas were in better spirits today.

Was it just me?

Day Two Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah has assumed the leadership role. And I take back all of the scribe functions.

I knew both of these facts beforehand. After all I am a prophet also.

We must prepare ourselves for we shall depart this oasis tomorrow. Rufus and Clarissa shall remain. Where we are going they cannot follow.

I shall keep to my special place the rest of the day.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Six Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Move very slow now, even glacial as I walk from place to place. Soon I may not budge at all from my special place.

Another day gone by. And no Stan. Count my blessings. Three times.

Day Two Hundred Nineteen Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Was on the way to my special place when I heard a hissing. Looked to the ground. Nothing. Spun around. Nothing behind me either.

Once I entered my place, tried to put it out of my mind. It took longer than I wished.