Day One Thousand One Hundred Thirty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The struggle to our south has dropped completely from our view, instead we can see rank upon rank upon rank of the army of world government massing behind their defenses at the mouth of the valley below.

Reuben expressed to us his dismay at the sight of this vast array of power and might. I feared that this feeling would sink him into a kind of paralysis.

That’s when Elijah took him aside and talked to him. By their gestures and the look on Reuben’s face afterwards, I knew that my old friend had introduced him to the angel in whose shadow we move.

The change in Reuben was complete. And I took the opportunity to counsel on other things.

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Day Five Hundred Thirty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our time of departure was a busy one. It was another long wait in line.

We were riding a little higher than before, due to offloading a full third of the containers we had been carrying. What we took on from this port was not even half that difference.

Tomas is pleased with the progress P is making in the Purser’s position. He didn’t even have to recommend that the two containers destined for our next port be placed on deck. P made that decision without anyone’s tutelage.

However, his brother G is having a struggle in his position. He has not been accepted by the men assigned to serve under him.

Elijah and I will meet with him tomorrow.

Day Two Hundred Thirteen Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

A struggle to get up last night. I did not want to. But I did. It would have been impossible without my staff.

Despite my plodding, I feel I covered a lot of ground. The green patch actually appeared closer today before I turned in.

Lifts my hope.