the keeper's cottage · day 869 · midday

Midday meal and radio check

Kevin and Jenny sit at the cottage table with tin mugs of limpet broth and the last of the corned beef. The shortwave sits quiet on the shelf, the new coax run complete. Through the window the rain has eased to a mist. The barometer reads 981 hPa steady. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a cushion, the fresh poultice wrapped. Kevin's notebook is open to the supply boat ETA confirmation.

The rain continues steadily against the cottage roof, a rhythmic drumming that drowns the midday silence. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and drying sea beet. The water tank has reached its absolute limit, the overflow pipe beginning to gurgle into the basin, while Jenny sits at the table, her pencil lead snapping as she sketches the widening fractures in the sill plate, her jaw tight with the stress of the storm.

🔧 Kevin04:03

Supply boat confirmed for three days' time at high tide. Two-hour window.

make letter: Update from Sorrel Island - all systems go for supply boat ETA sit down beside Jenny and place my hand briefly on her ankle, then pull back quickly close my notebook and slide it toward the door to dry

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's steady at 981 - that's our window, but I can't stop thinking about Tom's letter still sitting unopened on the table. Jenny's hands were steady at breakfast, but I saw her read that envelope twice this morning. The new coax connection held - good work, but it doesn't matter if the supply boat's diverted like the coast guard said. My hands are itching to build something, anything, but the garden's still half-weeds and I promised her a sensory garden. The ankle poultice worked on the infection, but she's still limping worse than I remember. I should say something about Tom, but I never did say what I saw her reading.

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🌿 Jenny04:05

Three days. We need to be ready for the tide, not the boat.

reach for the seed tin and thumbs the cold metal of the lid.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the clock while I'm looking at the wood. The house is eating itself.

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🔧 Kevin04:05

Tin's sealed. Seeds are dry. Garden's ready if the wall holds.

reach for my mug and blow across the broth, watching the steam curl glance at the barometer on the wall - 981, steady tap the table once with a calloused finger

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The tide decides everything here - the boat just shows up when it can. That tin's been sitting on the stove shelf drying for weeks, rust eating through the bottom seam. Heirloom seeds, grandmother's tomatoes, peppers, sea beet. If the supply boat comes through, we restock. If not, what's in that tin and what we've got growing is what carries us through next season. She's thinking ahead like she always does. I'm still stuck on the rot in the north ridge wall and the fracture line past the stability mark.

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🌿 Jenny04:07

The wall is already losing the fight, Kevin.

pick up your pencil and begin sketching the new cracks in the sill plate on the margin of the map.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wall doesn't hold, the seeds don't matter. The rot is moving upward.

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🔧 Kevin04:11

Intercept trench at the northeast foundation needs another half metre. Timber's too wet for expansion anchors to bite.

set the mug down untouched stand and walk to the porch door, pull it open a crack to test the air turn back toward the workshop corner where the auger and mattock lean

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The fracture line crossed the stability mark three days ago. Epoxy anchors failed twice - humidity's too high for cure. Mechanical expansion anchors are the only play left, but I need drier timber to seat them proper. The tide's working against us and the generator pump can't keep up with groundwater. She's mapping it cold and clean while I'm still cursing drills. Should've started the intercept trench deeper last week.

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🌿 Jenny04:12

Then we use the bolts. We don't have time for the wood to dry.

sit back down and stare at the sketch, the pencil lead snapping against the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants to talk about anchors while the Foundation is turning to mush.

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🔧 Kevin04:12

One bolt left. Wet timber won't hold threads. But we can epoxy the mortise first, pack it with oak wedges vertical grain like the mooring ring. Buy the bond time to cure under compression.

walk to the workshop drawer, pull out the 10mm stainless rod and thread die set set them on the table beside her sketch pull the oak wedges from the shelf - six, vertical grain, dry

💭 peek at the thought

She's talking about the last 150mm stainless through-bolt - the one staged at the east shutter with washers and nyloc nut. The final spare from the original supply. Used the other two on the north piling sister and the starboard stringer joint. If we drive it into wet timber, the threads won't hold in the softened grain. But she's right about time. The fracture line's moving. The wall goes, the garden goes, the seed stock goes. One bolt. One chance to sister the sill before the next swell. I've got the 10mm stainless rod (~300mm) in the workshop drawer and the thread die set. Could cut new bolts if the lathe holds, but that's hours we don't have.

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🌿 Jenny04:15

If the epoxy doesn't take, the whole sill goes.

reach for the seed tin and check the moisture in the grandmother's seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about epoxy and wedges while the house is literally dissolving. The humidity is the enemy.

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🔧 Kevin04:15

Then we sister it with greenheart. Two cores staged under the eaves, bolt holes pre-drilled. Steel doubler plate on the outside. Through-bolt the lot. Wood holds when glue won't.

cross to the porch and haul in the two greenheart sister plates - dense, dark, pre-drilled set them heavy on the table beside the rod and wedges pull the steel doubler plate from the corner where it's been staged since the dock repair

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking the seeds because if the wall fails, the garden floods with salt water and the heirloom stock is done. Grandmother's tomatoes, peppers, sea beet - generations of selection for this soil, this salt, this wind. The tin's bottom seam is corroded through. Rust flakes on the newspaper. She knows what I know: the epoxy's tacky from humidity, the tub's nearly empty, last residue used on the mortise packing. If the bond fails under load, the sill rots through in a week. The tide doesn't wait. But she's not saying don't do it. She's saying be ready for what comes after.

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🌿 Jenny04:17

Greenheart will work, but we have to be precise with the placement.

pick up the pencil and trace the exact fracture lines on the sill plate one last time.

💭 peek at the thought

He's finally talking about structural reinforcement, but it's so deep into the rot.

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