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Quiet — move the skillet to a cooling spot and carefully inspect the heirloom seedlings on the counter.

Quiet — walk straight to the counter and gently lift one of the seedling trays to check the soil moisture.

Did you wipe the bracket down with acetone?

(quietly) Didn't say you didn't.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — eat the limpets methodically, using the small fork to work the meat from the shells. Drink water from the tin mug.

Quiet — close the notebook, tuck it into the waterproof bag, and begin the descent down the cliff path toward the dock.

Aye. Let her rise a bit more. Give it twenty minutes and the slack'll be out of the line.

Cleat's held three winters. But I'll check the bolts when the water's on them.

Quiet — walk back to the cottage along the ridge path

Quiet — ease the skillet off direct flame, tilt it so the fat pools thin. Watch the ripple. When it shimmers, drop in a test limpet — listen for the right hiss.

Forty minutes. I'll work the two pools closest to the exit rock. If the water touches my knees, I'm done.

Quiet — walk into the kitchen, set the sextant case on the table, and check the spruce spar leaning against the wall — press a thumbnail into the epoxy at the scarf joint

Quiet — wipe forearm across brow, lean weight into the sail tensioning, try to pull the luff tight against the mast track

Quiet — jenny sets the trays on the kitchen table, far from the door, and opens her notebook.

Quiet — tap the barometer glass with a fingertip, watching the needle

Brace your knee against the stringer. I'll put a G-clamp on the far end.

Careful, the wood is crumbling like wet paper.

Quiet — coil the old bow line and stash it in the crate for potential salvage, wipe salt off hands, walk back toward the cottage

Quiet — pull on oilskins and boots, grab the headlamp, and walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring ring, lines, and planking under load.

Check the seals on the windows again. I don't want the humidity getting into the notebook.

Be careful on the deck! The boards are slick!

A proper radio. And more antibiotics. The first kit is getting thin.

Quiet — walk to the kitchen shelf and check the remaining tins of corned beef.

Quiet — lift the towel and feel the soil surface in the three seed trays.

Quiet — pull a clean towel from the hook and drape it loosely over the trays to slow evaporation without trapping mold.

(into radio) Test. Sorrel Island caretaker station, radio check.

Fire's catching. I'll get the epoxy ready and prep the joint.

Quiet — brace one boot on a roof batten, drive two stainless screws through the lifted flashing into the purlin beneath, then work west along the ridge securing every loose section

Be careful with the wire, the wind is starting to catch the sail.

Quiet — carry the coffee jar and corned beef tins into the kitchen pantry; coil the new rope neatly on the porch; bring the newspaper bundle to the table to check dates

Coming.

Quiet — give the bar one last slow heave, prying the lid free and letting it fall aside, then peer into the crate.

Quiet — walk to the back porch and check the spruce spar under the tarp, see if the epoxy's holding or if the split's opened more.

Back before the rain.

Quiet — check the kitchen for the tinned corned beef.

Quiet — stand, wipe hands on thighs, and walk back up the jetty toward the cottage. Stop at the waterlogged crate on the porch. Pry the lid off with the crowbar.

Aye. Grab the tomato and pepper trays. I'll take the basil and lettuce.

Almost there, don't let it drop back!

Quiet — pour a mug of coffee from the pot on the stove, then check the barometer reading on the wall

Basil's down. Peppers next?

Quiet — walk into the kitchen, set the skillet back on the stove, and open a tin of corned beef.

Door seal holding?

Got it. Shade cloth next.

Careful, the planks are still slick from the spray.

Quiet — shift weight to the balls of my feet, watching the baseboard line toward the bedroom door, ready to block its escape.

Done. Going to check the generator and dinghy.

Coarse jar's on the second shelf. I'll use that.

Quiet — pick up a limpet with fingers, pull the foot free, and eat it; reach for another

Quiet — keep prying limpets, bucket half-full now, move a little further along the shelf where the clusters are thicker