Day Nine Hundred Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are in another wilderness. And are breathing easier, as the police presence has dropped to nil. However, there has been a corresponding rise in drone activity. But with that an increase in their regularity and hence, their predictability.

We had conversed with some villagers on the edge of this wilderness, and they shared with us their belief that a large group of people is held up somewhere within this wilderness.

One even offered to accompany us, claiming complete knowledge of the wilderness, including an almost certain sense of where they may be.

Elijah thanked him but politely declined.

We were no sooner out of sight of the village, when we discovered he was following us.

Elijah scared him away.

Day Four Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A momentous day of broadening horizons. We indeed did turn our steps southward and revisited the tiny fishing village.

Elijah inquired of one of the villagers if there were any port cities further to the south. The villager was in the midst of enumerating three such cities when I noticed for the first time a huge land mass stretching across the ocean’s horizon in front of us. And I realized that cloudy weather had obscured it from us ever since our arrival.

Elijah switched his questions to this large island, and learned that there is a major port on its northern side.

Before leaving we made arrangements to ship out to said port with the fishing fleet early tomorrow morning.