Day One Thousand One Hundred Sixty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Everyone has made the leap of logic and lines up the rumored sacrifice with the person of our young friend.

I was at the point of second guessing and backing off on that conclusion, banking on the fact that any hard evidence to the connection is completely lacking, when Elijah interjected that Mawuli is indeed in Moglen’s clutches and it is Stan’s intent to sacrifice the boy.

Then I knew in my heart that the altar had been replaced once again up on the heights above Sy’s old redoubt.

And I knew that we would be returning there.

Thankfully before that thought could immobilize me, Elijah set me some tasks around the hiding place that could benefit from my attention.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Eleven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas wanted more than anything to abandon this place and leave. But the tasks needing his attention are mounting. It is tearing him up. His sense of duty and his penchant for completing projects well, puts him at odds with himself. And may soon put him at cross purposes to the Supreme Commander.

Elijah had noticed this, so we spent the day following him about with our guard detail tagging along.

Despite their presence we were able to seize two opportunities to counsel Tomas to wait and not do anything hasty or without an agreement among the three of us under the authority of the Spirit.

Noticeably, peace blessed the rest of our time out with him on his rounds.

Day One Thousand Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I again joined Mei to help in any way I could, within my capabilities. Since Meesa and the Purser were expected back some time in the morning, the tasks were small and easily completed, so there was a good number of them to fill up my time, and could be assumed any time by our absent friends.

Every thing ground to a halt when they returned, as they had news. Not at all related to their reason for going out, but of great interest to us all.

Early on their mission they heard an account of a tanker truck immobilized in a narrow pass on the Jerusalem-Damascus road. They adjusted their route to check.

They are sure it’s Jezer’s.

Day Five Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As the Captain foretold, we indeed did arrive at our next port of call today. But not to an empty harbor as I had predicted. There was one lone container ship moored to the sea wall as we passed by.

This port is situated at the mouth of a great, broad river. And our assigned berth was further up this river.

While Tomas and P met with the port authorities, the rest of us saw to other tasks. Elijah and I went ashore to discover and weigh the best options for setting the Hamashiachite contingent upon their path.

The Captain took it upon himself to traverse the city to the sea wall to pay a call on that other ship.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah tells me it was all due to a growing hardness of heart. He saw retribution coming.

The patrol boats dispatched in pursuit of us did not even make it out of the harbor. One minute they were roaring along at full speed, the next they were dead in the water.

The pilot scheduled to take us out never did show. How providential that one was supplied to us.

The teamwork exhibited by the crew – old and new members together, has brought great satisfaction to the Captain in this new day. They were so bent to their tasks that they did not witness the streaks of light descending through the sky behind us.

They did see the glow of destruction.

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.