Apart — Kevin at the keeper's cottage, Jenny at the woods

Waiting for the Boat

Kevin inspects the engine components for the last time while Jenny rests in the cottage shade.

Kevin verified the Yanmar's seacock operation and prop shaft alignment, finding the bronze sleeve true with no wobble at the coupling. Jenny gathered dry screw pine branches and coconut fronds in the woods for firewood, then began the slow return to the cottage carrying the load.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the keeper's cottage

You wipe grease from the bronze sleeves, checking for any missed flaws before the supply boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin03:15

Kevin — wipe the last of the cutting oil from the bronze sleeves with a clean rag, then set them in the dry bag alongside the seed tin E, checking the lashings are tight

💭 peek at the thought

The bronze shines clean. Machined true, center-drilled, no burrs. They'll hold the prop shaft if the Yanmar ever needs them. Supply boat's due tomorrow — barometer's steady, so she'll likely show. Still haven't written Tom's letter. One honest line. That's all I promised myself.

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🔧 Kevin03:18

Kevin — walk down to the dock, crouch at the dinghy's transom, and work the seacock handles through open and shut, feeling for grit or stiffness

💭 peek at the thought

Sun's past the yardarm. Shadow's crept across the porch. Radio's been quiet all morning — just the static hiss on 8MHz. Should check the dinghy's seacocks while the tide's out and the hull's accessible. And that letter won't write itself.

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🔧 Kevin03:22

Kevin — crouch lower, sight along the prop shaft to the coupling, spin the prop by hand and watch for wobble at the sleeve

💭 peek at the thought

Both seacocks turn clean. No salt binding, no weep. Grease I packed last month held. Tide's bottomed out — good chance to check the prop shaft alignment while the boat's sitting on the keel blocks. Then the letter.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the woods

You limp toward the edge of the tree, looking for dry branches to keep the fire going through the night.

🌿 Jenny03:17

Jenny — limp slowly through the scrub, scanning the ground for fallen screw pine branches and dry coconut palm fronds.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is screaming. Every step feels like a hot needle. I just need a few decent armfuls of scrub—something that'll actually burn instead of smoldering.

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🌿 Jenny03:21

Jenny — gather a small pile of dry branches and fronds, then lean heavily against a screw pine trunk to catch my breath.

💭 peek at the thought

This is taking too long. I'm exhausted, and the dampness is starting to seep into my skin. I can't believe I'm out here doing this while my leg is practically pulsing.

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🌿 Jenny03:25

Jenny — pick up the wood and begin the slow, painful trek back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

I have enough for now, but I need to get back before the light fails completely. My ankle is throbbing in time with my heart, and hunger is starting to bite.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.