the keeper's cottage · day 637 · evening

The Evening Tides

The tide continues to recede, exposing the rocks near the dock. The air remains heavy and still at 32°C.

The evening air is heavy and still, the barometer pressure dropping to 993 hPa. The tide is out at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks and the salt-crusted hull of the second crate. Jenny sits on the porch step, nursing her swollen, throbbing ankle while Kevin heads to the dock to check the structural integrity of the moorings.

🔧 Kevin23:13

Kevin — walk down to the dock and check the south piling tension and anchor plate, then inspect the second crate in the exposed rocks.

💭 peek at the thought

The seeds are safe. That's one thing done right. Now the tide's out far enough to see the south piling proper — need to check if the come-along held through the swell last night. And the crate in the rocks. Two of them now. Might be something useful in the second one if I can get to it before the water comes back.

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🌿 Jenny23:15

Watch the bolts, Kevin. The salt is eating them faster than it looks.

Sit on the porch step, rubbing the swollen ankle, and sketch the pattern of the rust on the wood.

💭 peek at the thought

If that way shifts another inch, the whole dock goes into the way and I don't have the strength to pull it.

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🔧 Kevin23:15

Aye. Got the spare galvanized in the shed. Will swap them at slack tide tomorrow if they've gone worse.

Walk down the path to the dock, testing each plank. Crouch at the south piling and grip the come-along handle — check tension by feel. Shine the headlamp beam along the anchor plate bolts where they bite into the timber.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The washers I put on yesterday were already pitted when they came off the supply boat. Should've greased them proper. Nothing for it now but watch and replace when they go.

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🌿 Jenny23:17

way don't pull too hard. The timber is groaning.

Lean back against the stone wall and cradle the tin of heirloom seeds in my lap.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the way bolts will fix it, but the wood is soft like wet cardboard.

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🔧 Kevin23:17

Right. Backing off a turn.

Release the come-along ratchet one notch, letting the cable breathe. Watch the piling for movement. Step back and scan the anchor plate bolts again — look for fresh rust streaks or timber crush.

💭 peek at the thought

She hears it better than I do. The wood remembers every strain. I'll ease off a turn — let the tide come back in and push the piling back where it wants to sit before I cinch it again.

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🌿 Jenny23:19

way. Let it rest until the morning.

Open the seed tin and pull out one packet of heirloom peas, checking for any dampness or mold.

💭 peek at the thought

It's holding for now, but the island is always taking back.

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🔧 Kevin23:19

Morning then.

Secure the come-along handle so it can't vibrate loose. Walk back up the path toward the cottage, pausing to look at the second crate wedged in the rocks — estimate how much of it shows at this tide.

💭 peek at the thought

Morning's wiser. The tide'll push the piling back natural, and I can set it proper with the come-along on the flood. No sense fighting wet wood in the dark.

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🌿 Jenny23:23

Watch the tide line.

Sit on the porch, rub the peas between my fingers, and watch the clouds darken.

💭 peek at the thought

That crate is half-buried; the sea is going to take it soon.

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🔧 Kevin23:23

Wind's turning.

Climb the porch steps. Set the headlamp on the table. Pull out the notebook and sketch the second crate's position relative to the dock and the tide line — rough bearing, approximate depth, what's visible.

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the sky same as me. Clouds stacking up west — not rain yet, but wind coming. The crate in the rocks... if the swell picks up it'll either bash it open or drag it out. Need to decide at first light whether to risk hauling it or let the sea have it.

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🌿 Jenny23:25

It's sitting deep already.

Put the peas back in the tin and rub my throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tide rises any faster, that crate is gone before the boat even arrives.

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🔧 Kevin23:25

Might hold till morning. Might not.

Sit on the porch edge beside her. Crack the tin mug and pour the last of the limpet broth — push it toward her. Pick up the shortwave mic and key it on Tom's frequency. "Sorrel Island. Position holding. Barometer 993 falling. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

Deep means the rocks have a grip on it. Could be wedged solid — or could be the tide's just low enough to show the top. Either way, if it's been there since the last storm, the salt's had weeks to work on the wood and whatever's inside. Peas went back in the tin dry. That's the main thing.

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🌿 Jenny23:26

I hope it does.

Take a sip of the warm broth and watch the first wave hit the rocks.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so sure about the bolts while the wood is rotting from the inside.

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🔧 Kevin23:26

Kevin — set the mic back in its cradle. Pull the blanket from the bedroom and drape it over her shoulders where the wind finds the collar. Sit quiet and watch the swell lines march in.

💭 peek at the thought

Static. Same as always. Finger on the mic longer than I should. Let it go. The broth's good — she's eating. That's what matters.

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🌿 Jenny23:27

It's coming in fast.

Clutch the seed tin to my chest and watch the crate disappear under the foam.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is moving faster than yesterday.

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