Day 104

Seeds, Swell, and a Supply Boat

Dawn brought a steady trade wind and rising tide. Jenny spread damp heirloom seed packets on paper towels near the wood stove to dry. Kevin inspected the new rope coiled on the porch, checking for fraying, then turned to the Yanmar engine's remaining components. By midmorning the palms rustled loudly in dry-season heat. In the kitchen they agreed on the day's tasks. Jenny kept at the seeds; Kevin checked the radio gear and prepared for the supply boat. At the dock he tested the repaired planks. "Be careful, the planks are rotting there!" Jenny called. "Got it. Lift on three," Kevin said. "One, two, three!" They moved the load. "That's... enough for one trip." "Dinghy next."

Midday gusts held. Jenny spread the last seed packets near the stove. "Don't let them scorch," Kevin said. "I'm watching them."

Afternoon tide receded, exposing rock near the north cliffs. Kevin returned from the dock, rat trap reset with fresh corned beef fat. "Rat took the bait. Didn't trip it." "They're getting smarter," Jenny said. She finished cleaning the oarlock bracket. The supply boat came. Kevin cast off: "Lines clear. Casting off." "Safe trip to the ridge," Jenny said. "Don't forget the radio check." "Checking at the ridge. Out."

Jenny headed to the north ridge to map lichen. "Take the headlamp. Cloud builds quick on the ridge. Radio check at noon," Kevin told her. "I'll be back by the radio. Don't let the stove get too hot." "Stove's fine. Go."

Evening tide rose faster than charts predicted. No record was kept. Night cooled, pressure dropping. Kevin checked the seeds; Jenny inspected pantry rat traps. Fruit ripened in the woods, its scent arriving before the sight. They ate twice. The day closed quietly.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

Morning Seed Prep

Jenny spreads the damp heirloom seed packets across paper towels near the wood stove to dry. Kevin inspects the tension on the new rope coiled on the porch, checking for fraying.

The morning begins with a steady trade wind and a rising tide. Kevin focuses on inspecting the Yanmar engine's remaining components while Jenny manages the drying heirloom seed packets near the wood stove.

🌿 Jenny14:55

The wind is shifting. Don't leave the rope out if the spray picks up.

sketch the detail of the sea beet root structure in the own.

💭 thought

If the way stays this high, the mold will win the race. I need the stove to be hotter today.

🔧 Kevin14:57

Coiling it now. Back in ten.

coil the new half-inch rope and stow it inside the porch, then walk down to the dock to launch the dinghy

💭 thought

She's right about the spray. The wind's already tasting of salt. I'll coil it proper and get the dinghy in the water before the chop builds.

🌿 Jenny14:57

Watch out for the swell. The way is holding steady.

move the heirloom seed packets closer to the edge of the wood stove.

💭 thought

He's always fixing things that are broken while I'm trying to keep things from rotting.

🔧 Kevin14:58

Aye. Radio on 16 if the weather turns.

push the dinghy off the dock, climb in, prime the Yanmar, and pull the starter cord

💭 thought

Swell's running west-northwest, maybe a metre and a half. The Yanmar's mounted solid. If the float needle holds, I've got range. Just need to clear the headland clean.

🌿 Jenny14:59

I'll be here. The stove isn't going.

pick up the pencil and start mapping the lichen growth on the kitchen wall.

💭 thought

He thinks the radio is the safety net, but the humidity is what will kill these seeds.

🔧 Kevin15:00

Lines clear. Casting off.

ease the dinghy away from the dock, idle past the mooring buoy, and open the throttle to half ahead

💭 thought

Good. Stove banked low, seed packets safe. Now to see if this old iron heart still turns over salt.

🌿 Jenny15:01

Safe trip to the ridge.

watch the wake dissipate, then turn back to the seeds.

💭 thought

The sound of the engine is the only thing that fills the silence right now.

🔧 Kevin15:02

Kevin — steer a steady course past the headland, watching the telltales on the sail and the engine temperature gauge, heading for the fishing ridge

💭 thought

Ridge is two miles west. Engine note's clean at 2200 RPM. No smoke. Prop's biting clean water. Let's see what the day brings.

🌿 Jenny15:03

Don't forget the radio check.

spread the remaining heirloom seeds on the galvanized sheet over the stove.

💭 thought

If the tide rises this high, the north ridge will be slick with salt spray.

🔧 Kevin15:04

Checking at the ridge. Out.

key the microphone on channel 16 and call "Sorrel Island base, this is Dinghy One, radio check, over"

💭 thought

Radio check. Right. Protocol says weekly, but habit says hourly when I'm out alone. I'll raise her on 16 at the ridge.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning chores

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen to discuss the day's tasks before the heat peaks.

The morning starts gusty with the palms rustling loudly in the dry season heat. Jenny focuses on drying the heirloom seeds near the stove while Kevin checks the radio gear and prepares for the coming supply boat.

🌿 Jenny15:05

The seeds are almost dry. I'm heading to the north ridge to map the lichen before the sun gets too high.

Picks up the notebook and pencil, checking the own one last time.

💭 thought

way's looking at the engine parts like they're a puzzle, but I need to get to the north ridge before the wind shifts.

🔧 Kevin15:06

Take the headlamp. Cloud builds quick on the ridge. Radio check at noon.

Walk to the porch, pull the headlamp from the nail by the door, hold it out to her.

💭 thought

She's moving fast today. Good. The ridge walk'll do her legs good, and the lichen data's been waiting.

🌿 Jenny15:07

I'll be back by the radio. Don't let the stove get too hot.

Takes the headlamp, tucks it into her pocket, and steps out onto the porch.

💭 thought

way's always worried about the clouds, but the sky is clear enough for the lichen for now.

🔧 Kevin15:08

Stove's fine. Go.

Watch her step off the porch toward the woods, then turn back to the kitchen and open the wood stove door to check the fire.

💭 thought

She's already thinking ahead. Stove, radio, me — all in one breath.

🌿 Jenny15:09

Jenny — starts the climb toward the north ridge, the wind catching the palms.

💭 thought

way thinks he can manage the heirloom seeds, but I'm the one who has to watch them.

🔧 Kevin15:10

Kevin — walk to the shelf, tap the barometer glass with a fingertip, read the needle.

💭 thought

She's gone. Good wind for drying. Bad for the ridge if it shifts southwest. I'll check the barometer again before I launch.

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the dock · midday

Gusty Midday

Kevin is at the dock checking the lines, while Jenny is at the cottage tending the seeds.

Kevin returned to the cottage from the dock, checking the integrity of the repaired planks. Jenny spent the afternoon spreading the remaining heirloom seeds near the stove to ensure they dried in the humid air.

🌿 Jenny15:13

Jenny — spread the seeds out on a fresh paper towel to ensure airflow.

💭 thought

If the humidity stays this high, these will rot before the way arrives. I can't lose Grandmother's tin.

🔧 Kevin15:14

Kevin — walk back along the jetty toward the cottage, checking the two replaced planks underfoot

💭 thought

Stern line's holding. Rolling hitch still clean on the cleat. Good knot. The wind's picking up — southeast, steady, pushing the dinghy off the dock. She's riding it fine. Engine's in, mast stepped, sail bent on with three reef points. Float needle held at idle and load. Oarlock bracket solid with the backing plate. Bilge pump works. She's as ready as she'll ever be.

🌿 Jenny15:19

Jenny — move the drying seeds closer to the stove for intermittent warmth, checking every hour. </think>THOUGHT: The seeds are drying too slowly in this damp air.

💭 thought

The seeds are drying too slowly in this damp air. The wood stove's heat is too direct - I need gentle warmth, not constant heat.

🔧 Kevin15:20

Kevin — climb the steps from the dock to the cottage, pull the shortwave set on, spin the dial to the supply boat frequency

💭 thought

Wind's shifted a touch more southerly. Cloud bank's thickening on the horizon — not the usual trade cumulus. Lower. Flatter. Barometer was 1009 and rising this morning. If it turns, it'll turn fast. Need to check it again. And the radio. Supply boat's three days out. If a front's coming through, they'll delay. We've got 376 litres water, 113 days food, wood for months. Garden's producing. Seeds are drying. Dinghy's ready. We're ready. Whatever comes.

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the dock · afternoon

Approaching Low Tide

The tide continues to recede, exposing the rocky floor near the north cliffs.

Kevin returns to the dock from the cottage, the rat trap reset with fresh corned beef fat. Jenny remains at the cottage, finishing the meticulous cleaning of the oarlock bracket. The onshore breeze is steady, keeping the heat manageable as the tide turns.

🌿 Jenny15:23

Jenny — scrub the bracket with a stiff brush and fresh water.

💭 thought

If I don't get the salt off now, it will pit the metal before the next boat even arrives.

🔧 Kevin15:24

Kevin — walk to the keeper's cottage, open the pantry door, and check the trap behind the shelves

💭 thought

The pantry's been quiet since I set the trap this morning. If the rat's still there, it's bold or desperate. Either way, it's eating our stores.

🌿 Jenny15:27

Jenny — wipe the bracket dry with a rag and check the seed tin.

💭 thought

My stomach is starting to growl again. I need to eat something before I lose focus entirely.

🔧 Kevin15:28

Kevin — pull the trap free, dump the rat carcass into a bucket, scrape the bait residue off the trigger, rebait with a fresh cut of corned beef fat, and set it back behind the shelves

💭 thought

Trap's sprung. Rat's dead. Good. One less mouth on our food. Need to clear it, reset with fresh bait if there's sign of more.

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the dock · evening

The Rising Tide

The tide is rising faster than the charts predicted. The dock planks are darkening as they absorb the salt spray and the breeze picks up.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny15:31

Jenny — pick up the seed tin and walk toward the dinghy to check the mooring lines.

💭 thought

If the water hits the jetty now, the dinghy will drift before I can secure the line. I need to move.

🔧 Kevin15:31

Kevin — walk to the waterlogged crate at the end of the dock and drag it toward the cottage before the planks get treacherous.

💭 thought

Tide's coming up faster than charted again. Jenny's moving the seed tin to the dinghy — smart, keeps it dry if the cottage floods. I should secure the waterlogged crate before the dock gets too slick to work.

🌿 Jenny15:33

Be careful, the planks are rotting there!

Set the seed tin down on the dry grass and run over to help him lift the edge of the crate.

💭 thought

He's going to strain his back with that thing, the wood is slick as glass.

🔧 Kevin15:33

Got it. Lift on three.

Brace boots on the sound planks, grip the crate's lower lip, and heave it up the dock toward the cottage with Jenny's help.

💭 thought

She's right about the rot — the outer planks by the cleat are spongy. Two of us gets it clear faster. Good she's here.

🌿 Jenny15:35

One, two, three!

Grab the opposite side of the crate and lean my weight into it, hauling it toward the cottage door.

💭 thought

If we drop it now, the wood will splinter and the seeds are lost to the salt.

🔧 Kevin15:35

Kevin — heave the crate up the dock past the rotten section, onto the grass by the cottage door, and set it down without crushing toes.

💭 thought

Crate's heavier than it looks — waterlogged wood and whatever's inside. Good footing on the inner planks. Move steady.

🌿 Jenny15:37

That's... enough for one trip.

Wipe the salt from my palms and look back at the tide, checking the dinghy's lines.

💭 thought

My back is screaming and that crate is heavier than it looks, water-logged.

🔧 Kevin15:37

Dinghy next.

Walk to the dinghy, check both mooring lines for chafe and tension, and take up slack if the tide's lifting her.

💭 thought

Crate's clear. Tide's licking the lower pilings now. Dinghy lines need checking before the water gets under the hull. She's already looking — good.

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the keeper's cottage · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The evening air cools as the atmospheric pressure drops, signaling a potential shift in weather. Kevin spends the time checking the heirloom seeds near the stove while Jenny inspects the rat traps in the pantry.

🌿 Jenny15:41

Just one more hour.

Walk to the wood stove and carefully place the heirloom seed packets on the driest part of the surface.

💭 thought

The seeds are still too damp; if I don't move them closer now, I'll lose Grandmother's whole legacy.

🔧 Kevin15:41

Hm. Don't let them scorch.

walk to the pantry and check the rat trap behind the shelves

💭 thought

She's pushing the drying. Another hour won't hurt the packets but the stove's cooling. I'll check the rat trap while she finishes.

🌿 Jenny15:42

I'm watching them.

Sit on the kitchen stool, pull out my notebook, and sketch the morphology of the sea beet leaves while they dry.

💭 thought

He's worried about the heat, but I'm worried about the rot.

🔧 Kevin15:43

Rat took the bait. Didn't trip it.

reset the trap with a smaller dab of corned beef fat worked into the trigger prongs

💭 thought

Trap's still set, bait gone. Rat took it clean without tripping. Need fresh bait and a tighter set.

🌿 Jenny15:44

They're getting smarter.

Keep the pencil moving, shading the delicate venation of the sea beet leaves in the notebook.

💭 thought

He's getting better at the mechanics. Maybe the island is.

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What changed

The supply boat came.

supply_arrived · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Detail of the sea beet root structure in the own".

made · dawn

A jellyfish bloom has drifted into the bay, pale and slow.

jellyfish · dawn

Fruit is ripening in the woods — you can smell it before you see it.

fruit · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

No model answered — the scene closed quietly on its own.

quiet_transition · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of the sea beet leaves".

made · night

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