the old shrine · day 940 · evening

Evening prep for boat arrival

The tide is rising against the pilings, and the air is growing heavy with the coming heat.

Kevin and Jenny spent the evening at the old shrine as the wind howled through the palms. Jenny's ankle remains swollen and throbbing, requiring further rest while they wait for the supply boat arrival in four days.

🔧 Kevin09:32

(to himself) Right then. Dock first. Radio second. Rest when the boat's tied up.

Walk down the ridge path toward the dock, checking the mooring ring and pilings as I go.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's coming up fast. Need the dock clear before they arrive — pallets stacked, lines coiled, radio mast clear. My ankle's throbbing but the list is longer than the hours left.

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🌿 Jenny09:33

Don't forget the salt line, the tide is coming higher than it looks.

Sit on a weathered stone at the shrine, tracing the worn carving of a name with a thumb while nursing my throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating the boat arrival like a checklist, but the island doesn't care about his timeline.

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🔧 Kevin09:35

"Yeah, thanks for the heads-up." (I move past her toward the dock, my palm pressing into the brace)

Walk the shoreline, stopping at the base of the south pilings to check the tide line against yesterday's mark, then head uphill toward the cottage to grab the spare rope.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Tide's already lapping the lower pilings. Should've checked before making that radio call. Her ankle's worse than I remembered — she's been working too hard.

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🌿 Jenny09:35

Four days. If the wind holds.

Take the antibiotic cream from the kit and apply a thick layer of the poultice to the swollen area of the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always moving to the next task while I'm stuck watching my skin turn angry red.

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🔧 Kevin09:36

Wind won't hold. Barometer's dropped six millibars since noon. They'll be lucky to make the window tomorrow.

Keep walking toward the cottage, grabbing the coil of new half-inch rope from under the eaves on my way past, then head down to the dock to double the bow and stern springs before the tide peaks.

💭 peek at the thought

Four days if the wind holds. That's what the crewman said too. But the barometer's falling and the sky's gone flat. She's reapplying the poultice again — that's the third time today. The infection line hasn't moved since morning but the heat coming off it hasn't dropped either.

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