Day 163

Storm Preparations and Supply Boat Watch

Dawn broke at 26°C with a steady trade wind, but the barometer had slipped to 1005 hPa, signaling weather before the supply boat's arrival. Kevin and Jenny stood over the wooden table, reviewing sea beet sketches and the day's task list. "The way's falling. We need to finish the mint drying before the humidity spikes," Jenny said. "Mint first. Then the dinghy," Kevin replied.

They secured the radio mast against the coming storm, safety-wiring the insulator lead-in and bracing the base with timber and an iron weight on the aft guy. "Lashing it. Not just sitting," Kevin confirmed. The barometer held at 1006 hPa, but the earlier drop persisted.

At midday, Kevin checked the pantry rat trap — empty — then cleared debris at the spring. Jenny sketched a cross-section of a sea beet salt gland, noting thickening clouds. She made a second sketch: a quick, jagged outline of the cloud formation. The Yanmar housing thread repair reached 80%, then 90%, then finished; the housing held at 35Nm with the bronze sleeve true, and later tested at 1800 RPM under load with no movement or weep. A tool broke from wear during the work.

The air grew heavy and still as the wind died. Tide rose quickly, lapping the lower dock stones. Inside, the scent of drying mint mingled with curing epoxy. The barometer dropped to 1004 hPa. "The pressure is dropping too fast for a clear morning," Jenny said. "Boat won't make it tomorrow. Not with this trend," Kevin answered.

They ate twice. Kevin boiled limpets — two portions in the pan. At the shrine, 31°C heat hung under a flat, thickening sky. High tide lapped the dock, pools inaccessible. Night fell calm and dry as the tide receded. Pressure steadied despite the earlier drop, suggesting a window of stable weather for the boat's arrival. A pod of dolphins passed close off the point. Fruit ripened in the woods — smelled before seen.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

Morning Planning and Preparation

Kevin and Jenny stand over the small wooden table as the morning light filters through the tarp. Jenny reviews the sketches of the sea beet morphology while Kevin checks the list for the day's tasks.

The trade wind remains steady at 26°C as dawn breaks, though the barometer has already begun a slow drop to 1005 hPa, signaling a shift in weather before the supply boat arrives.

🌿 Jenny21:47

The way's falling. We need to finish the mint drying before the humidity spikes.

Trace the outline of the sea beet leaf in the notebook with a sharp pencil.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping again. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, we're going to be stuck for another week.

🔧 Kevin21:47

Mint first. Then the dinghy.

walk to the porch and gather the drying mint sprigs from the paper towel

💭 thought

She's right about the mint. The air's already thick, and that tarp over the porch traps it. If we don't get the sprigs jarred by midday, they'll mould.

🌿 Jenny21:49

I'll check the Yanmar housing again while you're out there. I want to be sure.

Take the mint sprigs into the kitchen and carefully lay them on the warmest part of the stove.

💭 thought

He's always rushing to the engine. As if a tight bolt will keep the ocean at bay.

🔧 Kevin21:49

Housing held at 35Nm. Bronze sleeve's true. But check the starter bendix if you're down there — splines were worn when I pulled it.

step off the porch and walk down the path to the dock where the dinghy sits

💭 thought

She doesn't trust the repair. Or she doesn't trust me to have finished it. Either way, her hands on the engine are better than her hands on the radio.

🌿 Jenny21:51

I'll take a look. Don't get too far into the water.

Pick up the notebook and the pencil and follow him to the dock.

💭 thought

He's right about the bendix. The salt eats everything that stays still.

🔧 Kevin21:51

Slack tide's in twenty minutes. We'll know then.

untie the bow line from the cleat and feed it through the bow eye, securing it back to the cleat with a rolling hitch

💭 thought

She's coming with. Good. Two sets of eyes on the water, and she'll see what I see — or what I miss.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Morning before the boat

The pair prepares the gear for the supply boat arrival while the wind picks up from the north.

Kevin and Jenny finished securing the radio mast against the coming storm, safety-wiring the insulator lead-in and bracing the base with timber and an iron weight. The barometer held steady at 1006 hPa, but the earlier drop still signals weather before morning.

🌿 Jenny21:53

Check the tension on the radio mast wires again. If the wind shifts, I don't want losing the whole array.

Move the drying mint sprigs inside the kitchen to the warmth of the wood

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping faster than I liked; if the weather turns before the boat, the mint will rot on the line.

🔧 Kevin21:53

Already checked. Turnbuckles are tight, insulator's holding. But if it hits force 8 like the gale warning says, the mast itself might not take it.

walk to the radio mast and inspect the guy wires and porcelain insulator tension

💭 thought

Wind's backing north already. Barometer's dropping faster than the forecast said. She's right about the mast — if the insulator failed once, the whole array goes in a gust.

🌿 Jenny21:56

Then brace the base with the extra timber. I'm not losing the radio because of a stubborn gust.

Grab the heavy iron way from the kitchen to use as a weight for the guy-wire tension.

💭 thought

He's always looking at the hardware, never the sky. If that mast goes, we're blind to the boat for weeks.

🔧 Kevin21:56

Timber's behind the shed. Iron weight's a good call — put it on the aft guy.

fetch the spare timber from behind the shed and brace the mast base, then check the aft guy wire attachment point

💭 thought

She's not wrong. The base plate's shifted before in heavy weather. Extra timber and dead weight won't hurt.

🌿 Jenny21:57

Make sure the weight is secure. I don't want it sliding and shearing the bolt when the gust hits.

Secure the iron weight to the aft guy- wire to stabilize the tension.

💭 thought

If that timber doesn't hold, the whole way will snap like a dry twig. I need that weight to stay.

🔧 Kevin21:58

Lashing it. Not just sitting.

lash the iron weight securely to the aft guy wire with sail twine, then double-check all three guy wire tensions and the base bracing

💭 thought

She knows hardware. A sliding weight on a guy wire turns into a hammer in a gust. Needs lashing, not just sitting there.

🌿 Jenny21:59

Good. Check the insulator housing too; if the ceramic vibrates any more, we'll lose the signal.

Move the drying mint sprigs from the porch to the kitchen table to keep them dry.

💭 thought

At least he's lashing it. If the wind shifts north, the whole array will be under immense strain.

🔧 Kevin22:01

Spare's on. Terminal's tight. But I'll safety-wire the lead-in so it can't work loose.

inspect the porcelain insulator housing and lead-in wire connection, then safety-wire the terminal with stainless wire from the tool kit

💭 thought

The spare insulator's already on the bracket — replaced it last week when the old one cracked. But she's right to check. Vibration fatigues the lead-in wire at the terminal.

🌿 Jenny22:01

Make sure it's tight. I don't want to be climbing that when the boat is actually on the horizon.

Check the barometer once more to see how much the pressure is falling.

💭 thought

He's being thorough for once, but the sky is still lying to us. That pressure is dropping too fast.

🔧 Kevin22:02

Terminal's safety-wired. Mast's solid. Barometer?

glance at the barometer on the kitchen wall to confirm the reading

💭 thought

She's watching the barometer like a hawk. Smart. The drop's accelerated — was 1006 at dawn, now pushing 1002. Supply boat's due tomorrow but with this trend and the gale warning, she'll be late or not at all.

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the dock · midday

Dinghy sea trial and seed work

Kevin is at the dock having just completed the dinghy engine test; Jenny is at the cottage drying mint and sorting heirloom seeds.

Kevin checked the rat trap in the pantry but found it empty before heading to the spring to clear debris. Jenny spent the morning sketching a cross-section of a sea beet while noting the thickening clouds through the window.

🌿 Jenny22:05

Stay dry, you.

Pick up the pencil and sketch the cross-section of a sea beet salt gland.

💭 thought

The pressure is lying, or the air is heavy. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, the seeds will rot here anyway.

🔧 Kevin22:06

Kevin — walk up the path from the dock toward the cottage, check the rat trap in the pantry, then head toward the spring line

💭 thought

Engine's good. Line's good. Now I need to check the rat trap and walk the spring line before the tide turns. Jenny's at the cottage with the seeds — she'll want to know the dinghy's ready.

🌿 Jenny22:09

Jenny — rub the palm of my hand and look out the window at the thickening sky.

💭 thought

My hand is cramping. I'm focusing too hard on these lines to avoid thinking about the clouds.

🔧 Kevin22:10

Kevin — reset the rat trap with boiled limpet meat, then walk the spring line toward the spring, clearing debris

💭 thought

Pantry's quiet. Trap sprung — rat's gone, bait taken. No carcass. Thing's trap-shy now. Need to reset with something different, maybe the limpets. Spring line next. Tide's still low enough to see the path.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Afternoon Gathering

The air grows heavy and still as the wind dies down. You meet in the cottage to discuss the approaching supply boat and the potential storm.

The tide is rising quickly, lapping at the lower stones of the dock as Kevin returns from the water after checking the mooring lines. Inside the cottage, the air is thick with the scent of drying mint and the sharp tang of curing epoxy from the Yanmar project. The barometer continues to drop.

🌿 Jenny22:13

The pressure is at 1004 and falling. We need to move the seed tin off the porch before tonight.

Close the notebook and stand up to check the horizon from the porch.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping too fast for a clear evening; if that boat doesn't show tomorrow, I'm going to run out of salt and hope.

🔧 Kevin22:13

Aye. Tin goes on the stove shelf. Dinghy's double-lashed but I'll check the seacocks and painter again at slack. You want the radio on watch or secured?

walk to the porch and lift the heirloom seed tin, carrying it inside to set on the stove shelf

💭 thought

Barometer's dropping faster than I'd like. Wind dying's the worst sign — means the front's close. She's right about the seed tin. And the dinghy needs checking if we're taking her out tomorrow.

🌿 Jenny22:15

Leave it on. I'll monitor the frequencies while I finish the mint.

Walk to the kitchen table and inspect the drying sprigs on the paper towel.

💭 thought

If he stays on the radio, he won't see the water changing, but I need to hear from that boat.

🔧 Kevin22:15

Generator oil first. Then I'll walk the dock lines at low water.

check the generator oil level and top up from the can, then walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring lines at low tide

💭 thought

Good. She'll catch any call from the boat. Mint's drying clean — no mold on those sprigs. I should check the generator oil and top the tank before dark. And the liferaft grab bag's still in the dry box by the door — she knows where it is.

🌿 Jenny22:17

Be careful on the dock; the tide is coming in faster than usual.

Pick up a sprig of mint and rub the leaves between my fingers to release the oil.

💭 thought

He's always focused on the mechanical parts of survival while the biological ones rot under our feet.

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the old shrine · evening

The evening before the boat

The trade wind remains steady, but the air is cooling rapidly. The tide is now high.

The air at the shrine is heavy with the 31°C heat as the flat sky thickens with incoming clouds. The barometer shows a drop to 1004 hPa, signaling a shift in the dry season weather. The tide is high, lapping against the dock and keeping the pools inaccessible.

🔧 Kevin22:17

Kevin — walk back to the cottage to check the dinghy lashings and secure loose gear

💭 thought

Tide's high and the barometer's still dropping. Supply boat's due tomorrow but with this pressure trend and the wind backing southwest, she'll be lucky to make the crossing. Need to check the dinghy's secure and the cottage battened down before dark.

🌿 Jenny22:19

The pressure is dropping too fast for a clear morning.

Stand by the shrine stones, tracing a worn carving of a name I can't read.

💭 thought

My stomach is cramping again and the sky looks heavy enough to bruise. If that boat doesn't show tomorrow, I'm going to lose my mind out here.

🔧 Kevin22:19

Boat won't make it tomorrow. Not with this trend.

stand beside her, looking out at the water, hands in pockets against the cooling wind

💭 thought

She's reading the same signs I am. Barometer was 1004 and falling when I left the cottage, now it's dropped further. Southwest wind backing, tide high — this isn't clearing by morning. She knows the crossing as well as I do.

🌿 Jenny22:21

I should check the Yanmar housing bolts again before the rain starts.

Tighten my grip on the notebook, feeling the cold stone against my palm.

💭 thought

Then I'm stuck with another ten days of salt and silence. I hope the seeds hold the tin.

🔧 Kevin22:21

They held at 1800 RPM under load. No movement, no weep.

turn from the water, facing the cottage direction, waiting

💭 thought

She's deflecting — giving herself something to do with her hands. The housing bolts were torqued to 35Nm yesterday, the helicoil held, the bronze sleeve seated clean. She knows that. We both know the engine's not the problem right now.

🌿 Jenny22:23

Good. I'll check the housing one last time before the light goes.

Nod, close the notebook, and start walking back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

At least one thing isn't falling apart today, even if the rest of us are.

🔧 Kevin22:23

Kevin — follow her back toward the cottage, scanning the ridge line for weather

💭 thought

Let her check. Keeps her hands busy, her mind off the crossing. I'll walk back with her — the wind's picking up and the temperature's dropping fast. Rain's coming before dark.

🌿 Jenny22:25

We're going to need those limpets we saved up.

Walk toward the cottage path, boots heavy on the damp earth.

💭 thought

I'm so hungry I can barely focus, and the air feels like wet wool.

🔧 Kevin22:25

Got a pot of them boiled already. Two portions in the pan.

lengthen stride to walk beside her, boots crunching on the path gravel

💭 thought

She's stockpiling mentally — limpets, tinned corned beef, the crate of seed potatoes. Calories for a siege. Smart. The supply boat might not show for days if this blows up proper.

🌿 Jenny22:27

Jenny — reach into my pocket to feel the cold metal of the seed tin.

💭 thought

He's always three steps ahead of the hunger while I'm just trying to stay upright.그런SAY: I'll get the mint sprigs drying, at least.

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the old shrine · night

The Arrival of the Supply Boat

Kevin and Jenny wait at the shrine as the first light of morning hits the horizon. The wind is picking up from the north.

The night remains calm and dry as the tide recedes from the shore. The air pressure is holding steady despite the earlier drop, suggesting a window of stable weather for the boat's arrival tomorrow.

🌿 Jenny22:28

The wind is shifting. We need to get the Yanmar covered before the tide turns.

Jenny checks the barometer, then sketches a quick, jagged outline of the cloud formation in her notebook.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If the boat doesn't show tomorrow, we're going to be trapped in a surge.

🔧 Kevin22:29

Cover first. Then the garden tarp — new rope's holding but the grommets are rusted.

walk back toward the cottage and dinghy, pulling the canvas tarp from the porch as I go

💭 thought

She's right. North wind means chop on the bar by mid-morning. The Yanmar's still open on the dinghy — carb off, wiring loose. If spray gets in the cylinders we're pulling the head again. Barometer's still dropping. Supply boat's due tomorrow but that north wind'll hold her off the bar until it backs.

🌿 Jenny22:30

I'll grab the wire from the shed. Don't let the wind catch the edge.

Jenny runs to the shed, grabbing the roll of galvanized wire and the pliers from the workbench.

💭 thought

Rusted grommets, always the salt. It eats everything if you don't watch it for a second.

🔧 Kevin22:30

Tarp over the engine first. I'll secure the carb intake with tape.

reach the dinghy at the dock, throw the canvas over the Yanmar and tuck the forward edge under the gunwale, then tear strips of self-amalgamating tape for the carb throat

💭 thought

Good. She knows the drill. Wire the corners, weight the center. North wind'll try to peel it like a banana if we leave a lip.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Yanmar housing thread repair: 80%.

project · dawn

sea beet salt glands excrete visible crystals at mid-morning sun angle

discovery · dawn

Something goes wrong in the middle of the work — a slip, a cut, a wrenched ankle.

injury · morning

A new project: radio mast storm bracing.

project_started · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Cross-section of a sea beet salt gland".

made · midday

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

fruit · midday

Yanmar housing thread repair: 90%.

project · midday

A tool has broken from wear.

tool_break · afternoon

Yanmar housing thread repair is finished.

project_done · afternoon

The tide is rising faster than usual, indicating a shift in weather.

discovery · afternoon

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Quick, jagged outline of the cloud formation in her notebook".

made · night

A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.

dolphins · night

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