the old shrine · day 788 · evening

Evening preparation for the storm

The tide is low, but the south-east wind is bringing heavy spray. The supply boat is still one day away.

The evening heat is heavy at 31°C as the dry season air settles over the island. The barometer shows a slow drop to 1001 hPa, signaling a potential shift in weather despite the clear skies. Kevin and Jenny rest at the old shrine, mindful of the rising tide and the approaching supply boat due in six days.

🌿 Jenny09:11

The wind is picking up.

Reach for the tin of seeds on the table, wincing as the movement shifts the weight on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I'll be out of antibiotics and this leg will be gone.

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🔧 Kevin09:11

Aye. Barometer's at 1001 and steady but the spray tells different. Gonna walk the dock lines and the ridge anchors before it gets properly dark.

walk down to the dock to inspect mooring lines and chafe points

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's backing southeast and the barometer's still falling. Supply boat's a day out but this spray says the swell's building. Need to check the dinghy lines and the shade cloth anchors on the ridge before dark — crab shredded half of them last week.

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🌿 Jenny09:13

Watch the seaward bolts, they've been galling.

Sketch the pattern of the shrine stones in my notebook, hand shaking despite the throbbing in my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to get himself hurt in the dark; that clay is still slick on the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin09:13

Checked the starboard sister yesterday. Bolts held but the washers are biting into the greenheart. Got a spare 150mm through-bolt staged at the east shutter if it goes.

walk the dock to the seaward end, checking each mooring line and the starboard piling bolts

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the seaward bolts — galling's been creeping on the starboard side since the last storm. And she's sketching the shrine stones with a hand that shouldn't be shaking from a sprained ankle. The infection's tracking or the metronidazole's not hitting it hard enough.

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🌿 Jenny09:15

Don't stay out too late, the ridge is a mess.

Re-apply the sea beet poultice to the ankle, groaning as the cool paste hits the inflamed skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The greenheart is soft from salt, I hope the wood holds better than my ankle.

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🔧 Kevin09:15

Won't be late. Ridge first, then dinghy lines. You need the leg up, not bent over a notebook.

climb the path to the north ridge to inspect and repair the shade cloth anchor points

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge is a mess and she knows it — coconut crab took three anchor stakes and the shade cloth's flapping loose on the windward side. She's hurting bad but still tracking the work. Need to get up there and secure it before the supply boat tries the crossing, but the ankle's the real problem. If the metronidazole course finished and it's still this hot, we're past poultice territory.

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🌿 Jenny09:17

I'll be up when I can walk.

way back against the cottage wall, watching the shadows stretch over the weeds.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a command will stop the pain, but the island is still eating me.

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🔧 Kevin09:17

Ridge won't wait. Back before full dark.

walk up the ridge path toward the shade cloth anchors, checking the slope for fresh slippage

💭 peek at the thought

She won't be walking up that ridge tomorrow either, not with the ankle tracking like this. The shadows are long already — past 1800 by the light. Ridge work'll take an hour minimum if the crab damage is what I saw last week. Wind's steady southeast, spray hitting the cliff face. Need to move.

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