The Fairy Diary Day 142 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The roar of the waters still rings in my ears. And I am so thankful that we are all safe. 

We were following the stream until we came to a fork in the path beside it. Caywyn directed us to the one that climbed upward away from the stream. 

I was talking with the Captain about their fort of last resort and he was very hesitant about answering. I was beginning to think better of my questions when my pendant tugged down at my neck. My thoughts turned abruptly to the scroll. I removed it from my quiver and there saw a single word from the High Fairy. 

“Beware!”

As I looked up a flight of black birds flew into view overhead from behind us. They circled our little band, then sped off. 

Moments later the rush of many waters reverberated up from the lower reaches of the canyon. 

Without a word Caywyn scooped all of us up and ran. 

Before we knew it the water was rising from the stream below and was swirling up the path behind us. Then a cloud burst overhead and dumped its torrents to join the rising flood. 

Through it all Caywyn remained steadfast and found dry land to place beneath our feet. 

We stayed put the rest of the day.

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Day Five Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The port has been a study in contrasts today. All the other ships were abuzz with activity, while ours was just sitting by the dock, waiting.

Waiting for the Captain and P to return. (If they return at all). Waiting for news of what comes next.

Small boats were plying the waters constantly between the warship and the shore. We spotted one unit coming in that we were sure will be paying visits to the shrines of the city, claiming them in Stan’s name.

At one point Tomas was called for. He brought back word of the Captain’s imminent return, and a suggestion that we depart.

Neither Elijah nor myself sense that our time aboard has come to an end.

Day Five Hundred Seventy Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have arrived near our destination, but though the way in is clear, we won’t rush.

The Captain put us on our guard earlier this morning. When we had the whole archipelago in view, certain areas glowed brightly in the dark. Very ominous.

The largest island and home to our next port of call looked normal.

We were still the only vessel plying the waters. On our first peek into the harbor, we could see several ships moored at the docks.  And no signs of activity.

The Captain ordered the anchor down in the roads. He wants to wait to see if a pilot boat comes out. He’ll send Tomas in tomorrow.

Elijah and I want to accompany him ashore.

Day Five Hundred Sixty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were a long time getting into the harbor. And even a longer time finding a berth. Debris packed the waters beside the docks, human bodies making up a good proportion of said debris.

And just like the ship master it took some convincing to change the minds of the remaining port authorities to allow us entry. Then it seemed like an eon for them to assemble some dock workers to help. (Many had fled to high ground).

Our crew set about clearing a way in, and by the time the shore crew was ready, we had already accomplished that task.

I helped Tomas and P identify containers with medical supplies and offloaded those first.

Even some listed for elsewhere.

Day Five Hundred Sixty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This island is a lot bigger than we thought. It took nearly twenty four hours to come around to the other side. And we were slowed considerably by the necessity of avoiding debris bobbing on the waters.

We concluded that the tsunami must have hit this side, and this was confirmed by the master of the vessel in the channel, when he came over to warn us.

Our Captain explained to him our desire to lend any help we could. But he was reticent to our entering the port.

At this juncture Elijah declared that the danger of any more tsunamis was past. The ship master was nonplussed at his outburst, but raised no further objection.

The vision proved true.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Land in sight. A continent by the looks of it, extending across the horizon to our front and wrapping around to our port side.

The Captain is puzzled. The port should be dead ahead, but with the onset of night, not a glimmer of light indicates its presence. Despite the Captain’s familiarity with these waters, Tomas advised him to hold off for daylight before venturing in any closer. The Captain agreed and ordered him to set a sea anchor.

No one saw the guard today. Though most thought he was catching up on some much needed sleep, I went down to check he intended no harm to himself and was pleased to find him resting.

No one saw Elijah today.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah was the first to spot it. Movement in the waters dead ahead. The Captain looked and saw something else in addition and immediately ordered a course change.

He moved the ship onto a westerly tack, and remarked that it would add a couple more days to our transit.

I asked him what it was.

He answered that the movement we saw was hundreds, maybe thousands of sharks, thrashing about seeking the source of the blood in the water.

And before I could ask why not just go through, he added that it must have spread from further south where he had encountered it before and was nearly bogged down in its congealed mess.

Elijah glanced my way and nodded.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Two Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I spent time beside the waters and let the action of the fountain signal the end of my meditation.

I have much to consider and to plan for.

It is comforting to know I will be serving again with Enough.