Day 129

Epoxy, Limpets, and a Rising Barometer

Dawn broke clear over Sorrel Island, the trade wind rattling canvas stacked against the doorway. Jenny boiled fresh limpets in the cast iron skillet on the wood stove while Kevin watched the barometer needle. The tide was receding, exposing rocky tide pool fringes. Kevin sanded the dinghy gunwale, mixed epoxy, and applied a thin coat before setting it to cure in the heat. By midday the first layer was finger-tacky. "Second coat going on the gunwale now. Want a hand holding the brush steady?" he asked. "I've got the breakfast boiling. You've got a steady hand, you'll be fine," Jenny replied. "Don't let it drip on the hull!" she warned. "Got it, careful where I lay it."

They ate overcooked limpets for lunch. "They're probably rubber by now. I overdid them," Jenny said. "I've eaten worse at sea. Cold borscht in a Force 9," Kevin answered. "(Muffled, while chewing) Tastes like salt and regret."

After lunch Kevin applied the second epoxy coat, bringing the gunwale to 99% and then finished. Evening found them discussing the supply boat due in five days. "We need to check the radio wiring again tomorrow. The salt is getting up to the connections," Jenny said. "Right. Let's do it after the cooker's off. I'll keep the stove running, so I can stay in the kitchen while you strip the plugs," Kevin agreed. They planned beet broth for dinner, the skillet already hot.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Pressure Drops

Jenny boils the freshly collected limpets in the cast iron skillet while Kevin watches the barometer needle. The trade wind has picked up, rattling the heavy-duty canvas stacked against the doorway.

The sun rises over a clear horizon, the trade wind providing a steady breeze across the island. The tide is currently receding, exposing the rocky fringes of the tide pools. Kevin and Jenny are at the cottage, preparing for a busy day before the supply boat arrives in five days.

🔧 Kevin14:25

Kevin — apply second epoxy coat to dinghy gunwale.

💭 thought

The wind's up and the barometer's steady—good sign for epoxy cure. Jenny's cooking limpets; I can smell them from here. Time to get that second coat on before the humidity shifts.

🌿 Jenny14:25

"Nothing" is a very descriptive report, Kevin.

Stir the limpets in the skillet and check the seedlings on the counter.

💭 thought

He's so focused on that boat. It's like he's trying to build a way off the island without actually saying it.

🔧 Kevin14:27

Second coat going on the gunwale now. Want a hand holding the brush steady?

Walk to the dinghy at the dock with epoxy tub and brush.

💭 thought

She's right. "Nothing" tells her nothing. The epoxy's mixed and the gunwale's sanded—just need to lay it on clean before the wind kicks up dust.

🌿 Jenny14:27

I've got the breakfast boiling. You've got a steady hand, you'll be fine.

Turn down the heat on the wood stove and plate the limpets.

💭 thought

He wants me to come down there. He wants me to be part of the process, but I can't leave the stove with the pan on.

🔧 Kevin14:29

Thanks, Jenny. The epoxy’s ready; I’ll put it on now and get this done before the wind shifts.

Pick up the brush and epoxy tub, walk to the dinghy at the dock.

💭 thought

Good, the limpets are cooking, the garden's seedlings are breathing. I still have a lot to finish on that gunwale.

🌿 Jenny14:29

Don't let it drip on the hull!

Carry the plate of limpets out to the porch and set them on the table.

💭 thought

He's always racing the weather. I wonder if he knows the barometer is actually steady for once.

🔧 Kevin14:31

Got it, careful where I lay it.

Apply the second epoxy coat to the gunwale, smoothing it out with the brush.

💭 thought

Have to keep the epoxy dry; a splash could ruin the finish.

🌿 Jenny14:32

Breakfast is on the table! Come eat before it gets cold.

Pour two glasses of water from the rain tank.

💭 thought

I can see him from here, just a silhouette against the grey water, meticulously smoothing that line. I'm starving.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning chores

The tide continues to pull out as the heat rises. The primary tasks for the day are laid out.

Kevin sanded the dinghy gunwale, mixed epoxy, and applied a thin coat before setting it to cure. Jenny cooked limpets in the cast iron skillet on the wood stove after gathering them from the tide pools. Both worked on their stated tasks with mixed results based on skill and dice.

🔧 Kevin14:33

Okay, first the epoxy, then the Yanmar prep. We’ll have a dock‑side test before the supply boat comes.

start sanding gunwale, mix epoxy, apply thin coat.

💭 thought

The tide’s pulling away gives more time to finish the gunwale and maybe set a quick scan of the radio coax.

🌿 Jenny14:33

The barometer is falling. I'm going to start the limpets before the tide gets too high.

Pick up the cast iron skillet, walk to the wood stove, then head toward the tide pools.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the mechanics of the boat he barely notices the pressure dropping. I need food before the storm hits.

🔧 Kevin14:34

Watch the rocks. Wind's shifting.

finish epoxy coat on gunwale, set timer, wipe hands on rag.

💭 thought

Barometer dropping faster than I'd like. She's right to get the limpets going now.

🌿 Jenny14:34

I know. I've got my eye on it.

Walk out to the tide pools and gather the limpets.

💭 thought

He's always warning me about things I already see. I can feel the shift in the air; it smells like rain and brine.

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the dock · midday

Midday Work and Waiting

Kevin is at the dock preparing the dinghy for engine installation, Jenny is at the keeper's cottage checking on seedlings and sketching succulents.

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🔧 Kevin14:38

Kevin — unbolt the engine mount brackets from the dinghy transom, check bolt holes for elongation, then position the Yanmar on the mounts using the alignment jig.

💭 thought

Good conditions for this — no wind, flat water. The epoxy on the gunwale cured clean overnight. Engine mounts are pre-drilled, alignment jig is set. Just need to get the Yanmar bolted down and the prop shaft true before the tide turns.

🌿 Jenny14:38

Jenny — check the soil moisture in the seed trays with a finger, then open the notebook and make sketch: Salt Gland Morphology of Sorrel Island Succulents.

💭 thought

They look sturdy enough, but the edges of the basil are curling. I can't let them dry out.

🔧 Kevin14:40

Kevin — thread the four mount bolts with washers and nyloc nuts, snug them in a cross pattern, then torque to 35Nm with the torque wrench. Re-check prop shaft alignment with the dial indicator at four points of rotation.

💭 thought

Engine's sitting level on the mounts. Prop shaft alignment looks true by eye — coupling gap is even all round. Now the bolts, torque them proper, then double-check with the dial indicator before I call it done.

🌿 Jenny14:42

Jenny — close the notebook and walk over to the stove to check the skillet.

💭 thought

My stomach is actually growling now. I should have eaten those limpets while they were hot.

🔧 Kevin14:45

Kevin — increase torque on all four mount bolts to 40Nm, re‑inspect alignment, then raise the engine to the crankshaft, connect the starter cable and pull the starter.

💭 thought

The indicator reads 0.3 mm at one point, 0.0 at the opposite — acceptable. The bolts hold, but there’s a little play in the Yanmar’s crankshaft. I’ll tighten a bit more and then run a load test. The sea’s calm; any sudden swell will be a surprise. I can’t afford a crankshaft slip in a storm.

🌿 Jenny14:46

Jenny — walk onto the porch and look toward the dock to see if Kevin is still working.

💭 thought

The heat is becoming oppressive. If I stay inside, I'll just stew in my own restlessness.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin applied a second coat of epoxy to the dinghy gunwale after the first layer cured in the heat. They ate overcooked limpets for lunch while discussing the upcoming boat, and Jenny checked the progress of the heirloom seedlings.

🔧 Kevin14:50

Kevin — walk up to the porch and check the dinghy gunwale epoxy cure state.

💭 thought

Back at the cottage. The heat's brutal — 35 degrees and not a breath of wind. Need to check the epoxy on the gunwale, see if it's cured enough for the second coat. Then the Yanmar needs to go on the dinghy. Radio check with the supply boat after. Jenny's somewhere around. Probably the garden.

🌿 Jenny14:50

Is it tacky yet?

Lean against the kitchen doorframe and watch Kevin.

💭 thought

I can't think straight with this stomach ache. I need to eat, but the thought of the stove makes me sweat.

🔧 Kevin14:52

Finger-tacky. Another hour in this heat and it'll take the second coat clean.

Press the back of my knuckle lightly against the epoxy test spot on the gunwale, checking tack without leaving a print.

💭 thought

She's watching me work. Again. The epoxy's been curing near two hours in this heat — should be ready for the second coat, but humidity's the killer. She knows I know that. She's asking anyway.

🌿 Jenny14:52

(A small, tired laugh) You're treating that gunwale better than you treat yourself.

Rub my stomach and glance toward the seed trays on the counter.

💭 thought

He's so focused on that boat. I wonder if he even notices I'm shaking.

🔧 Kevin14:54

Gunwale doesn't argue back.

Wipe epoxy residue from my fingers on a rag, then pull the cast iron skillet off the stove to see what's left of the limpets.

💭 thought

She's not wrong. Haven't eaten since first light. The gunwale gets epoxy timed to the minute; I get coffee and whatever's left in the pan. She's watching the seed trays too — tomato, pepper, basil, lettuce. Thirty cells she sowed. Counting days like I count engine hours.

🌿 Jenny14:54

They're probably rubber by now. I overdid them.

Step closer to the stove and peer into the skillet.

💭 thought

He's always so clinical. Even the way he wipes my hand feels like he's just cleaning a tool.

🔧 Kevin14:56

I've eaten worse at sea. Cold borscht in a Force 9.

Scoop the limpets onto a chipped enamel plate with a fork, grab a second plate from the shelf, and set both on the table.

💭 thought

She overcooked them. Of course she did. Cooking's a 2 out of 10 for both of us — me slightly worse. Rubber limpets beat no limpets. Protein's protein. The skillet's still warm on the stove. She's standing close. The kitchen's small. Heat off the stove, heat off her, heat off the sun through the window. Thirty-five degrees and rising.

🌿 Jenny14:56

I'm sure you have.

Sit down heavily at the table and poke at a limpet.

💭 thought

He always goes back to the sea. Everything is a comparison to some storm he survived.

🔧 Kevin14:58

Eat. Second coat in forty minutes. Yanmar goes on after.

Sit opposite her, fork a limpet into my mouth, chew the rubber texture, swallow.

💭 thought

She's tired. We're both tired. Eleven months of this island, each other, the silence between supply boats. She pokes the limpet like it's a fault she's diagnosing. The radio on the shelf clicks with static — hourly weather check coming up. I should eat, then second coat, then Yanmar mount. The list doesn't shrink.

🌿 Jenny14:59

(Muffled, while chewing) Tastes like salt and regret.

Force another rubbery limpet down and look at him.

💭 thought

I feel like a specimen he's keeping alive. It's efficient, but it's exhausting.

🔧 Kevin15:01

The gunwale's tacky. Let's get it on a second coat.

Take the epoxy tub, mix a fresh coat, then apply it to the gunwale.

💭 thought

Every time I think of the boy that left the port town, the storm, the thirty‑minute drop, the diesel smell, the sound of a diesel engine humming, I remember the barometer lifting like a held breath. The limpets taste like salt and regret, but the engine needs oil, the gunwale needs epoxy, the radio needs a new insulator. I can't let the island notice me stuck.

🌿 Jenny15:01

I'm going to check the seedlings.

Stand up and walk over to the seed trays on the counter.

💭 thought

He can't even sit for five minutes without returning to the project. I'm just a passenger in this house.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening Prep

The air cools as the barometer continues its slow rise. You meet in the kitchen to plan for the boat's arrival.

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🌿 Jenny15:03

We need to check the radio wiring again tomorrow. The salt is getting up to the connections.

Trace the edge of the soil in the pepper tray to check the moisture level.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'll run out of salt before the seeds in this tin ever see the sun.

🔧 Kevin15:04

Right. Let’s do it after the cooker’s off. I’ll keep the stove running, so I can stay in the kitchen while you strip the plugs.

make shortwave check: inspect coax, replace cracked insulator, pull sulphur deposits from connections.

💭 thought

The radio’s lifeline is as fragile as the glass of my own life out here. Can't let it fail before the boat.

🌿 Jenny15:04

Fine. Just don't touch my notebooks while I'm working.

Move the seed trays a few inches away from the heat of the stove.

💭 thought

He's always managing the space, managing the timing. I just want to be precise.

🔧 Kevin15:05

Wouldn't dream of it.

pull a kitchen chair to the radio shelf and start loosening the coax connector with the adjustable wrench.

💭 thought

She guards the notebooks like I guard the engine parts. Both of us protecting what keeps us sane.

🌿 Jenny15:07

Be careful with that wrench. The casing is already pitted.

Lean against the counter and watch him work, arms crossed.

💭 thought

He says that, but he looks at them like they're just clutter.

🔧 Kevin15:07

Got it. Brass jaws only.

swap the adjustable for the brass-faced spanner and crack the connector free, easing the coax out to inspect the shield braid.

💭 thought

She knows every nick in this gear. Good. Means I don't have to explain what I'm doing.

🌿 Jenny15:08

Any signs of corrosion on the braid?

Reach for a clean rag and hold it out to him.

💭 thought

At least he knows his tools. Now if only he'd apply that same patience to the things that actually grow.

🔧 Kevin15:09

Yeah. Green powder under the braid. Gotta trim it back to clean wire.

take the rag, wipe the exposed end, then pull the wire strippers from my pocket and cut back the coax until the braid shows bright copper.

💭 thought

Green rot creeping up the shield. Salt's been eating it for months. Needs cutting back to clean copper.

🌿 Jenny15:10

Good. Make sure the cut is square or it'll just arc and burn out again.

Stand closer, squinting to inspect the quality of the trim.

💭 thought

Bright copper. A clean start. I wish it were that simple to strip away the rot from everything else.

🔧 Kevin15:10

Square it is.

rotate the coax in the strippers for a clean, perpendicular cut, then fan the braid back and check the dielectric for moisture.

💭 thought

She's right. A sloppy cut leaves a hot spot. I've seen it arc across a pitted insulator at sea — took out the whole set.

🌿 Jenny15:12

Is the core dry?

Reach out and lightly touch the white dielectric material to feel for any dampness.

💭 thought

If there's moisture in the dielectric, the whole cable is a waste of time.

🔧 Kevin15:13

Dry as a bone.

fold the braid back neatly over the jacket, seat the connector, and torque it down with the brass spanner — firm, not brutal.

💭 thought

Bone dry. The insulator held the line even with the braid rotting. Small mercy.

🌿 Jenny15:14

Let's see if it actually pulls a signal now.

Reach over and click the radio power switch on.

💭 thought

Firm, not brutal. He's better at that than he is at talking to me.

🔧 Kevin15:14

Here goes.

turn the volume knob up, rotate the tuning dial to the supply boat frequency, and listen.

💭 thought

Moment of truth. If the front end survived the salt, we'll hear the scheduled broadcast. If not, we're blind until the boat shows.

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the keeper's cottage · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The morning air is crisp and dry, the trade wind providing a steady breeze from the east. The tide is out at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the reef. Inside the cottage, the smell of drying sea beet and wood smoke lingers from the previous night's meal.

🌿 Jenny15:18

I'm starving. Are we eating again, or are you still thinking about the boat?

Walk to the wood stove and lean against the counter, looking at the heirloom trays.

💭 thought

My stomach is a hollow ache. I can't believe I let the day slip away without actually sketching those succulents.

🔧 Kevin15:19

Food first. Boat's not going anywhere.

pull the cast iron skillet from the stove, scrape the cold fat into it, and set it to heat while I grab two tins of corned beef from the shelf

💭 thought

Epoxy's curing. Boat can wait twenty minutes. She's hungry and I'm hungry. Corned beef and limpets again — third day running — but it's calories.

🌿 Jenny15:20

At least the skillet is already hot.

Reach for the sea beet leaves and start chopping them on the wooden board.

💭 thought

Corned beef again. It's salt and grease, but it's the only thing that stops the shaking when I'm this tired.

🔧 Kevin15:21

Let’s finish the limpets, then mix a beet broth. It’ll give us something fresh to eat.

start roasting the limpets in the skillet, then add a cup of water, a handful of sea beet leaves, and a pinch of salt to make a simple broth.

💭 thought

Let’s finish the limpets, then make a beet broth. It’ll give us something fresh to eat.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.

dolphins · dawn

dinghy gunwale epoxy: 87%.

project · dawn

dinghy gunwale epoxy: 89%.

project · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Salt Gland Morphology of Sorrel Island Succulents".

made · midday

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

quiet_transition · midday

dinghy gunwale epoxy: 99%.

project · afternoon

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

quiet_transition · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

dinghy gunwale epoxy is finished.

project_done · night

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