Day 159

Day 159: Low Tide, Rising Pressure

Dawn found Kevin testing the Yanmar on the dinghy as the tide fell from the pilings. "Starting her up. Watch the tell-tale," he said. Jenny monitored the barometer from the planks. "Check the exhaust. It sounds heavy," she said. "Letting it warm. Two minutes," Kevin replied. "It's holding. For now, anyway." He put it in gear. "Watch the dock." The engine ran clean. "She's clean. No weep, no miss." Jenny nodded. "It's better that way." "Aye."

At low tide they met at the dock. Kevin knelt with the crowbar to test the planks. "Those planks are thinner than they were last week. We need to reinforce before the boat comes." "Aye. Two planks minimum. Maybe three if the rot's tracked along the stringer. Got the crowbar?" "It's inside. I'll get it, but we need to check the brackets first." "Check the aft pair too. The ones under the cleat. Water sits there." "I'll bring the bar. Don't pry it any further up until I'm back." "Not moving it." "Right." "Brackets first. Then we see what the stringer's telling us."

Jenny walked the north cliffs for her Carex transect. A seabird chick had fallen from the cliff ledges. Lunch and dinner were boiled limpets — first with sea beet, then with corned beef fat. Midday went unrecorded. Afternoon brought steady heat and a steady barometer at 997 hPa. Kevin inspected the liferaft canister. 997." "Good for the boat, I think." "Aye. Engine's solid. Transom held." "I'm glad the epoxy held."

Evening clouds thickened. "The pressure is holding. We might get rain just in time." "Barometer says steady. 997." "It's too heavy today. My joints are aching." "Joints or the numbers?" "Both. The humidity is like a wet blanket over the garden." "Rain'll break it." "I hope it does. The sea much is looking a bit scorched." "Marsh. You mean the marsh."

Night fell. The barometer dropped. "The pressure is dropping. I need to move the seedlings now, Kevin." "Copy. I'll hold the frequency." "Don't forget the rain tank, it's coming hard." "Tank's near full. I'll check the overflow after the call." "The barometer is falling fast. We're going to be dark." Kevin called the supply boat. "Nothing. Just static." "They're not coming today. Maybe not tomorrow. Secure the porch — I'll check the generator fuel and the liferaft tie-down."

Scenes

the dock · dawn

Low Tide Engine Check

Kevin tests the Yanmar engine on the dinghy while the tide recedes from the pilings. Jenny sits on the planks, her notebook open as she monitors the rising barometer.

Kevin uses the falling tide to test the Yanmar engine under load, ensuring the recent repairs hold up against water stress. Jenny focuses on the heirloom seedlings, checking the germination progress of the tomatoes and peppers in the kitchen.

🔧 Kevin18:03

Starting her up. Watch the tell-tale.

pull the starter cord on the Yanmarmounted on the dinghy, listening for the catch

💭 thought

Engine's been sitting since the test run. Need to verify it fires clean and holds idle before the gale hits Friday. If the float needle weeps under load again, better to know now.

🌿 Jenny18:04

Check the exhaust. It sounds heavy.

Jenny leans forward, pencil poised over the notebook, watching the smoke pattern and the engine's vibration.

💭 thought

If it coughs, it's the fuel line getting moisture from the air again.

🔧 Kevin18:04

Letting it warm. Two minutes.

hold the tiller steady, eyes on the tell-tale stream and the exhaust colour, waiting for the engine to reach operating temperature

💭 thought

She's right — exhaust note's deeper than last week. Could be carbon buildup or the injection timing drifted. Let it warm through first, then crack the throttle.

🌿 Jenny18:05

It's holding. For now, anyway.

Jenny notes the engine RPM in the margin and makes a quick sketch of the tell-tale's arc.

💭 thought

The rhythm is steady now, but the vibration is rattling through the bench.

🔧 Kevin18:06

Putting her in gear.

shift the Yanmar into forward, easing the throttle up until the dinghy pulls against its stern line

💭 thought

Holding steady at idle. Good. Now need to see it take load — put it in gear, ease ahead against the tide. That's where the float needle shows its hand.

🌿 Jenny18:07

Watch the dock.

Jenny grips her notebook tighter and watches the dinghy pull away from the jetty.

💭 thought

The line is taut now; I hope the wood doesn't snap under tension.

🔧 Kevin18:09

She's clean. No weep, no miss.

hold the throttle steady, letting the dinghy strain against the line for a full minute, watching the tell-tale and listening to the exhaust note

💭 thought

Dock's sound — new planks held, transom scarf joint's tight. She's pulling clean. Engine's smooth under load, no miss, no smoke. Oil pressure holding. This is what right feels like.

🌿 Jenny18:09

It's better that way.

Jenny closes her notebook with a soft thud and watches the line tension against the wood.

💭 thought

If it holds under load, I can actually get to the ridge today.

🔧 Kevin18:11

Aye.

throttle back to neutral, kill the engine, and coil the stern line neat on the cleat

💭 thought

She means us. Or the boat. Or both. Engine's proven — starts, idles, takes load. The gale can come Friday. We've got a way off if we need it.

🌿 Jenny18:11

I'll go check the limpets first.

Jenny picks up her notebook, tucks it under her arm, and walks back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

Silence is louder than the engine was.

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the dock · morning

Low tide exploration

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the water reaches its lowest point, exposing the rocks beneath the pier.

Kevin kneels at the dock during low tide to inspect the structural integrity of the planks using the crowbar. Jenny heads toward the north cliffs to continue her Carex transect while the weather holds and the supply boat approaches.

🌿 Jenny18:13

Those planks are thinner than they were last week. We need to reinforce before the boat comes.

Kneels at the edge of the jetty, running a finger over the soft, grey wood of the main support.

💭 thought

The tide is so low I can see the rot in the pilings; he's looking at the engine again while I'm looking at the decay.

🔧 Kevin18:13

Aye. Two planks minimum. Maybe three if the rot's tracked along the stringer. Got the crowbar?

kneel beside her and tap the plank with the handle of my knife, listening for the hollow sound

💭 thought

She's right. The rot's eaten deeper than I thought. Another gale like the last one and the whole transom goes.

🌿 Jenny18:15

It's inside. I'll get it, but we need to check the brackets first.

Stands up, wiping salt grit from her palms, and heads toward the cottage.

💭 thought

The crowbar is in the kitchen, near the seed tin; he's always asking for the heavy tools.

🔧 Kevin18:15

Check the aft pair too. The ones under the cleat. Water sits there.

stay at the dock edge, prying up a corner of the worst plank with the knife tip to see how far the rot runs underneath

💭 thought

Brackets first. Smart. If the galvanizing's gone on the lag bolts, the new planks won't hold a week.

🌿 Jenny18:17

I'll bring the bar. Don't pry it any further up until I'm back.

Steps back toward the cottage, the floorboards creaking under her weight, and enters the kitchen.

💭 thought

If the cleat is loose, the whole jetty won't hold when the boat hits hard.

🔧 Kevin18:17

Not moving it.

crouch by the exposed end, running a fingertip along the stringer where the plank meets it, feeling for softness

💭 thought

Good call. The stringer might be holding the plank down — pry it now and I'll snap the only sound timber left.

🌿 Jenny18:19

Right.

Reaches under the counter, grips the heavy iron crowbar near the seed tin, and heads back out to the dock.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the mechanics he doesn't see the whole structure is failing.

🔧 Kevin18:19

Brackets first. Then we see what the stringer's telling us.

step back from the plank, wiping my knife blade on my trousers, and wait for her to reach the jetty

💭 thought

She's moving slower than last week. Ankle still stiff from the infection, even if she won't say it.

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the dock · midday

Assessing the Structural Damage

Kevin is at the dock while Jenny is returning from the cliffs.

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the dock · midday

Assessing the damage

Kevin is at the edge of the dock while Jenny is still on the north cliffs.

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

🔧 Kevin18:26

Kevin — use knife to score cut lines on the rotten planks, marking three full sections and a partial where the decay kisses the stringer. Crouch to sight along the transom knee joint, tapping with the crowbar handle to listen for hollow spots.

💭 thought

Three planks minimum. Maybe four if the rot's tracked under the stringer. Need to check the transom knee while the tide's still out.

🌿 Jenny18:29

Almost there, way.

Kneel on the flat rock, open the notebook to a fresh page, and sketch the distribution of the Carex across the cliff face.

💭 thought

One more meter and the view opens the whole island. I need to see where the noddie colony ends.

🔧 Kevin18:31

Kevin — walk back up the jetty to the generator shed, haul two lengths of larch planking down to the dock, and stack them clear of the rising water. Grab the hand plane and marking gauge from the tool roll while I'm at it.

💭 thought

Tide's turning. Water's already licking the lower bolts. If I'm replacing planks, the new stock's in the crate by the generator shed — rough-sawn larch, still needs truing. Should haul it down now before the dock's underwater.

🌿 Jenny18:33

Jenny — close the notebook, tuck the pencil into the binding, and begin the descent back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

The wind is shifting. I can smell the salt getting heavier. I should get back before the limpets get cold.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin and Jenny ate a lunch of boiled limpets and sea beet under the overcast afternoon. Kevin inspected the liferaft canister mounted on the porch while Jenny worked on sketching sea beet morphology in her notebook. The barometer remains steady as the heat stays high.

🌿 Jenny18:37

Jenny — plate the boiled limpets and sea beet and sit at the kitchen table to eat.

💭 thought

The wayets are rubbery and my stomach is growling; I need to eat before I lose the light for the sea beet sketches.

🔧 Kevin18:37

Kevin — eat the limpets and sea beet at the kitchen table

💭 thought

Quiet lunch. Good quiet. The limpets are rubbery but the sea beet cuts through it. She's eating steady. That's something.

🌿 Jenny18:39

Jenny — pick up a limpet with my fork and chew slowly, staring out the window at the overcast sky.

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💭 thought

He's eating so quietly, but I can hear the scrape of his fork against the cast-iron skillet.

🔧 Kevin18:39

Barometer's steady. 997.

finish the limpets and wipe the plate with a finger, collecting the last of the sea beet juice

💭 thought

She's watching the sky. Reading it better than the barometer. Weather's holding for now but that overcast's got weight to it.

🌿 Jenny18:41

Good for the boat, I think.

Set my fork down and reach for my notebook, wanting to finish the salt gland deconstruction on the sea beet.

💭 thought

It's rising, then, but the air still feels heavy like it's holding its breath.

🔧 Kevin18:41

Aye. Engine's solid. Transom held.

push back from the table and carry the plates to the sink, running a little tank water over them

💭 thought

She's thinking ahead. Supply boat in five days. Dinghy's ready if the Yanmar holds. She's already mapping the exit in her head — same as me.

🌿 Jenny18:43

I'm glad the epoxy held.

Finish the last of the sea way and open the notebook to a fresh page, way to sketch the morphology of the salt glands.

💭 thought

If the engine is solid, I can actually reach the north ridge properly before the weather turns.

🔧 Kevin18:45

Kevin — dry hands on the towel, glance at the liferaft canister mounted by the porch door, then step out onto the porch to pull it down for inspection

💭 thought

Epoxy held. Transom held. She's glad. I'm glad. We don't say the rest — that we're both counting what's held and what hasn't.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening Prep

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the evening temperature drops slightly. The smell of drying sea beet fills the small room.

Kevin and Jenny shared a quiet meal of boiled limpets and corned beef fat as the barometer held steady at 997 hPa. They discussed the thickening clouds and the scorched appearance of the sea marsh, finding small comfort in the prospect of rain.

🌿 Jenny18:45

The pressure is holding. We might get rain just in time.

Jenny closes her notebook with a soft thud and caps her charcoal pencil.

💭 thought

I'm so tired my hands barely move, but I need to finish these sketches before the light fails.

🔧 Kevin18:46

Barometer says steady. 997.

pull two mugs from the shelf and set them on the table

💭 thought

She's been at the cliffs all day. The notebook's full. She doesn't say what she's decided.

🌿 Jenny18:47

It's too heavy today. My joints are aching.

Jenny reaches for the pot of boiled limpets, her stomach growling softly.

💭 thought

He's obsessed with the numbers while the air is thick enough to swallow.

🔧 Kevin18:48

Joints or the numbers?

ladle limpets into both mugs, add a spoonful of corned beef fat to each

💭 thought

She's not just tired. The transect data showed the marsh retreating. She measured it herself.

🌿 Jenny18:49

Both. The humidity is like a wet blanket over the garden.

Jenny takes a mug, the steam fogging her glasses as she sits.

💭 thought

Both. The island is a weight I can't stop measuring anymore.

🔧 Kevin18:51

Rain'll break it.

sit opposite her, blow on my mug, sip the hot brine

💭 thought

She's been carrying the weight of the transect alone. I should've gone with her.

🌿 Jenny18:51

I hope it does. The sea much is looking a bit scorched.

Jenny eats a rubbery limpet, chewing slowly while watching the clouds thicken.

💭 thought

If it doesn't rain, the seedlings will just wilt in this heat.

🔧 Kevin18:52

Marsh. You mean the marsh.

eat another limpet, watch her face over the mug rim

💭 thought

She said "sea much" not "sea marsh." Slip. Or she's testing me. The garden's scorched too — shade cloth helps but roots remember drought.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Night watch and rain

The sky has fully overcast. A first heavy drop hits the porch roof, then another. The barometer has begun to dip. Kevin and Jenny sit at the table with the shortwave radio between them, listening for the supply boat's scheduled check-in as the wind freshens from the southeast.

Kevin called the supply boat on the shortwave radio but received only static. Jenny checked the moisture in the seedling trays while the barometric pressure continued to drop. They secured the porch and checked the generator fuel for the coming storm.

🌿 Jenny18:54

The pressure is dropping. I need to move the seedlings now, Kevin.

Stand up, gather the seedling trays, and carry them to the center of the kitchen.

💭 thought

If that wind shifts any further, the salt spray will hit the trays before I get them back inside.

🔧 Kevin18:54

Copy. I'll hold the frequency.

pick up the shortwave handset and call the supply boat on the scheduled frequency

💭 thought

She's right — southeast spray hits the porch by midday if the wind holds. Barometer's already moving. I'll catch the supply boat on the radio while she secures the trays.

🌿 Jenny18:55

Don't forget the rain tank, it's coming hard.

Set the trays down on the dry floor away from the window and check the soil moisture.

💭 thought

He's talking to the radio again like it's going to stop the clouds.

🔧 Kevin18:56

Tank's near full. I'll check the overflow after the call.

press the transmit button and speak into the handset — "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel, over"

💭 thought

Tank's at 379 — another solid rain fills it. Good reminder anyway.

🌿 Jenny18:57

The barometer is falling fast. We're going to be dark.

Trace a finger over the soil in the tomato tray to see if it's dry enough.

💭 thought

At least he's thinking about the water, but the wind is getting louder.

🔧 Kevin18:58

Kevin — hold the handset to my ear, waiting through the static, watching the barometer needle

💭 thought

Dropping fast now. Southeast wind'll push the front right over us. Supply boat won't cross the bar in this — they'll divert or hold. Need to hear their voice first.

🌿 Jenny18:59

Nothing. Just static.

Walk to the window and check the latch on the frame.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't answer, we're alone for another ten days.

🔧 Kevin19:01

They're not coming today. Maybe not tomorrow. Secure the porch — I'll check the generator fuel and the liferaft tie-down.

set the handset back in its cradle and move to the porch door

💭 thought

Static means they're either not transmitting or the skip's eating them. Could be they're already hove to. Could be the aerial's still compromised despite the new insulator. Either way, the barometer says batten down.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "The tell-tale's arc".

made · dawn

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.

dolphins · morning

The dock planks are rotting significantly near the main support

discovery · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Distribution of the Carex across the cliff face".

made · midday

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

quiet_transition · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of the salt glands".

made · afternoon

A seabird chick has fallen from the cliff ledges.

chick_fallen · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

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