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Get the heavy washers from the kit. The wood is too soft.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — walk to the dinghy at the end of the dock, grab the spare timber and bolts from the porch on the way

Quiet — i reach into my tool bag and pull out the oversized washer and the epoxy, then I kneel on the hot wood to test the depth of the decay with my pocketknife.

Quiet — kneel on the dock and press a thumb into the rotted wood to see how deep the decay goes.

Copy.

Barometer says different.

Dock first. Then dinghy. Generator fuel line after.

Backing plates held last blow. But I'll look.

Quiet — check the chafe point where the line runs over the dock cleat, then walk the length back to the dinghy transom to verify the eye splice seats proper on the samson post.

Quiet — plate the boiled limpets and eat while they are still warm.

Come on, you little green things.

Barometer's holding. 1037. Coffee and strips on the list. Fuel drums — how many?

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — lean against the porch frame, arms crossed, watching the path from the cliffs

(quiet)

Back in a minute.

Quiet — heave the lid clear and let it fall. Step back. Look inside.

Check the radio at noon. French trawler might have eyes on the channel.

Don't stay out long. The tide is coming in fast.

Already on it. Porch first, then the generator cover.

Barometer's still high. Three days out.

Quiet — read the barometer on the porch shelf

Quiet — reach out and gently touch the soil surface of the smallest tray, checking for moisture.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — step through the cottage door, pour two tin mugs from the pot on the wood stove, set one on the table near her elbow

Crumbles between the fingers now. Best flavor before it flowers.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — no words, no action

Quiet — climb into the dinghy, check fuel line and kill switch, fit the spare spark plug

Bed's laid. Hold the plank steady while I drive the first two nails — port end, starboard end. Keeps it from shifting.

Engine's clean. Transom's holding.

Barometer's still falling. Southwest swell'll hit by morning.

Quiet — flip limpets with a fork at the thirty-second mark, then slide them onto two plates, divide the pan juices between them

Quiet — pull two enamel bowls from the cupboard, spoon limpets and broth into each, set one in front of her chair and the other across from it, sit down

Quiet — drop the limpets into the pot and wait.

Be careful with the knife, the rock is slick with algae here.

Bolts are clean. Sleeve's seating true. No salt bloom on the threads.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Don't way-flush, or you'll run it without cooling water.

Quiet — check all four Yanmar mount bolts with the torque wrench set to 35Nm, confirming each holds spec after the load test run.

Call the radio when you hit the.

Bar's short. Let me get the wrecking bar from the porch.

Don't let them boil too long. We need the salt for the greens.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Be careful with the edges, they're still so fragile.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — walk to the kitchen table and pick up the letter to Tom, read the single word, then set it back down

Back before the tide turns.