the keeper's cottage · day 740 · evening

Waiting for the tide

Jenny reaches the intercept trench just as the tide begins to turn.

The steady rain continues to drum against the cottage roof, a relentless sound that fills the humid air. The water tank has finally reached its 400-litre capacity, water beginning to spill over from the overflow pipe. Outside, the tide is rising faster than the charts predicted, quickly submerging the southern rock pools that Jenny had hoped to forage.

🔧 Kevin21:38

Kevin — walk to the dinghy, check the Yanmar's raw water intake screen for weed and jellyfish, then bleed the fuel system at the filter housing while the engine's cold.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving fast for someone who couldn't put weight on that ankle this morning. The trench is holding — water's running clear through the copper spillway, no new slumping on the upslope face. Good. Let her work.

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🌿 Jenny21:41

(Quiet, just breathing.)

Kneels in the mud, probing the earth with a finger to check the depth of the water layer.

💭 peek at the thought

The soil is too soft today; if I dig now, the seeds will just rot before they even find a grip.

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🔧 Kevin21:41

Kevin — crack the Yanmar's fuel filter bleed screw, pump the primer lever until diesel runs clean without bubbles, then tighten it down and check the raw water impeller housing for cracks while I'm at it.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking because there's nothing to say. The data's in her fingers — clay saturation, water table height, whether the intercept trench is actually dropping the pore pressure upslope. She'll tell me when she has a number.

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🌿 Jenny21:43

The tide's coming in, Kevin.

Pulls a pencil from behind her ear and starts sketching the erosion pattern along the edge of the trench.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always tinkering with the machine, never looking at the world around it.

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🔧 Kevin21:43

Filter's clear. Impeller housing holds. Engine's ready if you need the pump.

Wipe hands on a rag, walk up the slope to the trench with the spade and a handful of cedar stakes, drive them into the downslope lip where the water's undermining the bank.

💭 peek at the thought

She's saying the window's closing. Tide turns, water backs up the slope, the trench either drains or it doesn't. She's sketching the failure line so we know where to drive the next row of stakes if this one goes.

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🌿 Jenny21:45

I'll check the pump when the rain lets up.

Squashes a handful of the mud between her fingers, testing the consistency and the grit of the soil.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the engine is the only thing that needs fixing while the whole hillside is sliding.

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🔧 Kevin21:45

Clay's binding. Grit means the shale layer's still intact under the slip plane.

Drive the last cedar stake at the trench's north end, tie a length of twine between stakes at the waterline to mark the high-water mark, then walk back to the cottage for the radio check at 1400.

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the soil like I read a bearing — texture, saturation, whether the clay's holding or turning to soup. Rain's easing. Barometer's still rising. If the trench holds through this high tide, the slope buys us weeks.

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🌿 Jenny21:47

Don't forget the radio check.

Marks the high-water line in her notebook, noting the height of the tide relative to the stakes.

💭 peek at the thought

If the shale holds, the roots might hold too, but the pH is still too low for the grandmother's favorites.

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🔧 Kevin21:47

1400. 2182. I'll log it.

Walk back to the cottage porch, key the shortwave mic, call the supply boat on 2182 kHz for the scheduled check.

💭 peek at the thought

She doesn't need to remind me. But she does anyway — same way I check her knots. Habit. Trust.

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🌿 Jenny21:49

Sorrel Island, this is Jenny. Checking in for the week.

Sit on the porch step, watching the rain fill the water tank, waiting for a response through the hiss.

💭 peek at the thought

The radio static is louder than the rain today.

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🔧 Kevin21:49

Kevin — lean against the doorframe, arms folded, listening to the static and her voice on the air, notebook ready to log whatever comes back.

💭 peek at the thought

She's using the radio. That's different. She's logging the contact in her voice, not mine. The supply boat captain knows my voice — he'll hear hers and know something's changed.

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🌿 Jenny21:51

Still nothing but the static and the rain.

Trace the line of the erosion on the sketch, pencil lead snapping where the soil is thinning.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, we're out of salt by next month.

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