Day 179

The Rot and the Rain

A thick fog obscured the lighthouse at dawn as Kevin and Jenny stood on the dock. Kevin inspected the Yanmar engine's mounting bolts while identifying soft sections of rotting wood near the waterline at high tide. Jenny observed the tension on the new dinghy sail rigging. 'The tension is uneven, Kevin. It'll snap if the wind shifts,' she said. Kevin replied, 'Mounts are tight. Port side had a hairline weep on the gasket — wiped it clean, nothing since. You want to ease the sheet and re-lead it fair?' Jenny insisted 'Ease it a bit. The lead is catching on the cleat because the wood warped from the salt.' Kevin noted, 'Cleat's sprung. I'll plane it fair after breakfast. For now, take a turn round the samson post — it'll hold the angle.' Jenny warned, 'It'll hold for now, but the rot is too deep in these planks to ignore.' Kevin agreed 'Aye. Next low tide I'll cut the bad ones out. If the supply boat shows, I'll have them bring lumber. If not, the spruce on the ridge is ready.'

By midday, the fog lifted and the heat rose. Kevin tested the Yanmar under load at the dock; it ran smoothly without overheating. In the cottage, Jenny attempted to sketch the root structure of the tomato seedlings, but the humidity caused the paper to curl. Later, they discovered a coconut crab had been in the garden overnight. The rain tank had gained 25 litres. In the evening, they ate boiled limpets and corned beef by lantern light while rain drumed on the roof.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Foggy Departure

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock as the thick fog obscures the view of the lighthouse. Kevin checks the Yanmar engine's mounting bolts while Jenny observes the tension on the new dinghy sail rigging.

Kevin and Jenny inspected the dock planks at high tide to assess the structural rot. Kevin identified several soft sections near the waterline, while Jenny struggled to evaluate the integrity of the support pilings. They agreed to replace the damaged wood once the supply boat arrives.

🌿 Jenny12:37

The tension is uneven, Kevin. It'll snap if the wind shifts.

Reach out to touch the main sheet, checking for slack in the damp canvas.

💭 thought

The fog is too thick to see the northern shelf, but I can feel the moisture in the air; Kevin is obsessing over those bolts while the wood under our feet is rotting.

🔧 Kevin12:38

Mounts are tight. Port side had a hairline weep on the gasket — wiped it clean, nothing since. You want to ease the sheet and re-lead it fair?

torque the last two Yanmar mounting bolts to 35Nm, wipe down the port gasket face with a rag, step back from the engine

💭 thought

She's right about the sail — uneven tension on damp canvas is asking for a blown leech. The Yanmar's holding steady though, mounts are solid after the through-bolts. Let her work the rigging while I finish the bolt check.

🌿 Jenny12:38

Ease it a bit. The lead is catching on the cleat because the wood warped from the salt.

Pull the line to release the tension, watching the sail shiver under the weight.

💭 thought

He's always focused on the machine, but the dock is literally turning soft under our boots.

🔧 Kevin12:40

Cleat's sprung. I'll plane it fair after breakfast. For now, take a turn round the samson post — it'll hold the angle.

watch her work the sheet onto the samson post, eye the sail shape as it fills, rest a hand on the warm Yanmar cylinder head

💭 thought

Salt-warped cleat. Should've caught that when I stepped the mast. She's got a good eye for the running gear — better than she lets on. The sail's damp enough it'll stretch another inch once the sun hits it; better to set it fair now than fight it underway.

🌿 Jenny12:40

It'll hold for now, but the rot is too deep in these planks to ignore.

Wrap the rope twice around the samson post, pulling it taut until the canvas stops flapping.

💭 thought

He thinks a plane of wood fixes a structural failure, but the whole jetty is screaming from the tide.

🔧 Kevin12:42

Aye. Next low tide I'll cut the bad ones out. If the supply boat shows, I'll have them bring lumber. If not, the spruce on the ridge is ready.

crouch at the dock edge, probe the suspect planks with the nail puller tip, feel the rot give way like wet cardboard

💭 thought

She's not wrong. Two planks on the landward side are punky to the core — I've been putting it off because it means hauling timber from the beach at low tide, and the supply boat's due in five days. Could ask them to bring a couple of 3x12s. Or mill the windfall spruce up on the ridge; it's seasoned enough.

🌿 Jenny12:42

The own won't hold if the tide surges again. We need to reinforce this before the boat arrives.

Step back from the way edge, shifting my weight to the solid section of the jetty.

💭 thought

He's already planning for the failure, but I'm just looking at how the salt eats the wood.

🔧 Kevin12:44

Pilings first. Ring plate after. Low tide in forty minutes — I'll wade out and sister the landward two.

straighten, roll the stiffness from one shoulder, walk the dock length to the landward pilings and crouch to inspect the waterline rot

💭 thought

She's calling it "the own" — means the dock. Or she means the Yanmar. Or both. Tide surge with the front building out west would lift the whole jetty if the landward pilings let go. The ring's already loose in its mortise. Should sister the pilings and through-bolt the ring plate while the water's slack. Got the half-inch three-strand and the stainless through-bolts from the crate. Two hours work, maybe three.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Day 179, Morning

The fog begins to lift as the heat of the wet season rises. Kevin and Jenny meet at the kitchen table to plan the day's chores before the sun peaks.

Kevin tested the Yanmar engine on the dinghy under load, finding it ran smoothly with no overheating. Jenny inspected the seedlings, noting they were dry but still viable. Both awaited the supply boat’s arrival.

🔧 Kevin12:44

Morning. Engine's ready for a real test. Want to take the dinghy out past the headland, see how she holds under way. Back before lunch if the wind doesn't turn.

pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one in front of Jenny, sit at the kitchen table

💭 thought

The fog's burning off slow. Jenny's at the table already. Good. Means she's thinking same as me — get ahead of the heat. The Yanmar's bolted down, propshaft true, sleeve fitted. Today's the day we actually run it proper, not just idle at the dock. Need to tell her the plan straight.

🌿 Jenny12:46

I'll stay. I need to finish the northern shelf sketches and the seedlings are looking parched.

Take a slow sip of the coffee, open the notebook to the sea beet sketches.

💭 thought

He wants to test the engine again while the dock is literally rotting under our feet. I'm starving.

🔧 Kevin12:47

Suit yourself. I'll take the handheld VHF. If the engine misses or the tell-tale stops, I'm coming straight back. Sketches can wait. Seedlings can't.

pull the VHF from the shelf, clip it to my belt, grab the spare kill cord from the hook by the door

💭 thought

She's not coming. Not a surprise, not really. The sketches matter to her. The seedlings matter more. But the dinghy test needs two — one at the tiller, one to watch the engine, the tell-tale, the exhaust colour. I can do it alone. I've done worse alone. But I'd rather she was there.

🌿 Jenny12:48

way watch out for the swell near the shelf. The tide is dropping fast.

Watch him out the door, then stand up and move the boiled limpets to the plate.

💭 thought

He thinks the engine is the only thing Keeping us alive here.

🔧 Kevin12:48

Thanks. I’ll stay close to the engine till we’re back. I’ll keep the engine cool, watch the oil temp. If it spikes, I’ll pull back before the swell rolls in.

tighten the engine’s oil cap, set the timer on the stove for the limpets, fire up the stove to keep the pot going while I head out, cue the dinghy with a shortwave ping to the supply boat for ETA.

💭 thought

She’s tossing a warning like a lifeline. The swell near the headland can mean a lot if the dinghy’s a bit light. I’ll keep a close eye on the water line, slow the engine, keep the tiller steady. Will make a note in the notebook if I have to cut the run short. She’s moving limpets—fine food, but I’m already hungry.

🌿 Jenny12:50

way don't push it too hard right away.

Sit back down, pick up a limpet, and start sketching the salt glands on the sea beet leaves.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the machine he can't see the island eating the wood.

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the dock · midday

Midday Engine Test and Seedling Check

Kevin is at the dock, testing the dinghy engine; Jenny is at the cottage, inspecting seedlings.

Kevin tests the Yanmar engine under load at the dock, watching for any irregularities as the humid air thickens, while Jenny attempts to sketch the root structure of the tomato seedlings, but the humidity makes the paper curl and the pencil lead drag.

🔧 Kevin12:53

Kevin — watch the gauges a moment longer, then kill the engine and let the dinghy settle against the dock. Step ashore and secure the stern line. Walk back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

Engine's holding steady at load — oil temp climbing clean, no knock, no smoke. Good. That's one less thing to carry.

🌿 Jenny12:54

Come on, just a little more.

make a sketch: tomato seedling's root structure under stress.

💭 thought

They're still holding on, just barely. If I overwater now, they'll rot.

🔧 Kevin12:56

Kevin — walk up the path from the dock to the cottage. Push the door open and step inside.

💭 thought

Quiet returns with the engine off. Just the tide sucking at the pilings and wind in the grass. Kitchen smells like coffee and corned beef fat — Jenny's up.

🌿 Jenny12:58

Jenny — walk to the porch and check the rain tank.

💭 thought

The sky is getting darker. I need to check the water before the rain hits.

🔧 Kevin13:00

Kevin — take a breath, set the kettle on the stove, and when Jenny's hand pauses, lean forward and ask, “Jenny, what do you want from us outside of the garden?”

💭 thought

The kettle steams, the table creaks. Jenny is arranging seedlings. I have to ask what she wants beyond the beds. The silence feels heavier than the sea.

🌿 Jenny13:02

Jenny — walk back inside the kitchen and start the wood stove.

💭 thought

The tank is nearly full, but the pressure is dropping. Rain is coming.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Afternoon Heat

The air is heavy and still as the clouds continue to thicken over overhead; Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen to discuss the coming storm.

The heat remains oppressive as the trade wind pushes across the island. Kevin focuses on the final mechanical checks of the Yanmar engine on the dinghy while Jenny manages the germinating seedlings in the kitchen shade.

🔧 Kevin13:04

Boat's not making it through this. Five days out, maybe seven. We batten down tonight.

Set the kettle on the wood stove and pull two mugs from the shelf.

💭 thought

The air's thick enough to chew. Barometer's been dropping since noon — she feels it too, or she wouldn't be in here with that look. Storm's close now, not coming.

🌿 Jenny13:04

I need to check the seedlings again. If the pressure drops fast, the rain will drown them.

Set the notebook down on the table and walk out to the porch.

💭 thought

way's always worried about the schedule and the engine, never the salt-rot doing to the wood.

🔧 Kevin13:06

Take the tarp from the porch. I'll secure the generator and radio mast.

Walk to the back door, grab the coil of new half-inch rope and the roll of self-amalgamating tape from the shelf by the radio.

💭 thought

She's moving fast. Good. The trays are on the table by the stove — she'll get them under cover before the gutters overflow.

🌿 Jenny13:06

I'll get the tarp. The seedlings are too young for a direct downpour.

Grab the heavy-duty tarp and head toward the half-weeded garden behind the cottage.

💭 thought

way's so focused on the gear he doesn't see the wind is shifting.

🔧 Kevin13:08

Hold the stove open a bit. If the rain comes early, I’ll fire up the generator and keep the radio on the main power.

Open the stove door slightly, place a pot of water on the flame to keep the air warm, then walk to the generator rack to check the oil level and tighten the fuse block.

💭 thought

She’s off to cover the garden. I’ll keep the stove warm and the radio tuned. Need to check the generator fuel and the radio coil before she crosses the porch.

🌿 Jenny13:08

I'm getting the garden covered now. The wind is picking up.

Spread the heavy-duty way over the seedling trays and weight the edges down with stones.

💭 thought

he's worried about the power, but the soil is going to turn to mush.

🔧 Kevin13:10

Radio mast guys first. Then the dock lines.

Walk to the radio mast at the corner of the cottage, pull the guy lines taut one by one, and cinch each turnbuckle with the adjustable wrench from my belt.

💭 thought

Wind's freshening — hear it in the chimney draw. She's got the garden covered. Now the mast guys need checking before the coax shakes loose again.

🌿 Jenny13:10

I'm finished with the garden. I need to check the rain tank before it really opens up.

Wipe the grit from my hands and head back inside the kitchen.

💭 thought

the pressure is dropping faster than the barometer says.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening Preparation

The sun begins to dip, casting long shadows across the garden. Kevin and Jenny gather in the cottage to plan for the supply boat arrival in five days.

Kevin wrote a letter to Tom at the kitchen table while Jenny boiled limpets for breakfast. The rat trap was checked and found empty, then reset with fresh corned beef bait. The Yanmar engine on the dinghy was tested under load at the dock and ran clean.

🔧 Kevin13:12

Jenny, the boat’s late, the rain tank’s full, and the garden’s still a mess. I’m going to write to Tom tonight, but first I’ll get the dinghy’s final test done so we’re ready when the boat finally comes.

make note: “Draft letter to Tom – ready for tomorrow” in notebook.

💭 thought

The sun’s low angle makes the garden look golden, but the real light I need is the words I’ll say to Tom.

🌿 Jenny13:14

The engine doesn't matter if the seeds rot before we leave, Kevin.

Trace the edge of a sea beet leaf, checking the moisture level with a thumb.

💭 thought

He's already thinking about the boat and the engine, while the soil is literally breaking under my fingernails.

🔧 Kevin13:14

Engine's done. Tested clean under load. If the boat shows, we leave. If it doesn't, the seeds keep.

walk to the kitchen shelf, check the heirloom seed tin seal and the drying packets on the highest shelf.

💭 thought

She's not wrong. The seeds are the lifeline. The engine's just the way out.

🌿 Jenny13:16

They aren't cargo. They're life.

Take the tin from the shelf, feeling the damp metal against my palm.

💭 thought

He talks like the seeds are just cargo, like they aren't my grandmother's ghost.

🔧 Kevin13:17

They’re not cargo, Jenny. They’re the only thing that keeps this place from becoming a ghost.

set the seed tin on the table, open it, and scatter a handful of seeds onto the stove’s heat‑sensitive surface, letting the steam lift the scent of earth.

💭 thought

He understands the truth in her words now, but the weight of that truth drags on the skin of his hands.

🌿 Jenny13:18

Don't scatter them on the stove, you'll kill the enough.

Pull the tin away from the heat and close the lid.

💭 thought

He's being poetic again because he's tired, and I'm hungry.

🔧 Kevin13:18

Fair enough. My mistake.

pick up the scattered seeds from the stove surface, return them to the tin, and set it back on the highest shelf away from heat.

💭 thought

She's right. Heat kills viability. My hands are still thinking like a mechanic, not a gardener.

🌿 Jenny13:20

It's fine. We need to eat the limpets.

Pick up the bowl of boiled limpets, the steam fogging my glasses.

💭 thought

He's so careless with the things that can't be re-machined.

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the keeper's cottage · night

dinner by lantern light

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table in the cottage. The rain is steady on the roof. A bowl of boiled limpets and corned beef fat sits between them. The letter to Tom lies folded beside Kevin's plate. The generator runs outside. The barometer reads 1011 hPa, steady.

Kevin and Jenny finished a dinner of boiled limpets while discussing the upcoming supply boat. Jenny completed a detailed botanical sketch of sea beet salt glands while Kevin prepared the letter for Tom and checked the engine.

🔧 Kevin13:21

Engine held. Oil pressure clean. No water in the fuel." A pause. "Letter's done. If you want to read it.

push the folded letter across the table toward Jenny, then pick up a limpet shell and work the meat out with the small fork

💭 thought

The letter sits there like a physical weight. I should push it across the table, let her read it, but something in my chest won't unclench. The generator's rhythm matches the rain — steady, reliable. Unlike us.

🌿 Jenny13:22

I'll read it after I eat.

Jenny touches the paper but doesn't open it yet, then picks up her fork and takes a piece of limpet.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the mechanics, like if a clean engine will keep the silence out of us.

🔧 Kevin13:22

Kevin — eat a limpet, chewing slowly while watching the rain through the window

💭 thought

Fair enough. Food first. The rain keeps coming down, generator keeps running. Nothing urgent tonight except eating and staying dry.

🌿 Jenny13:24

Jenny — jenny looks up from her plate, then back at her sketch of the sea beet salt glands.

💭 thought

He's looking at the rain like he's counting the storms yet to come.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Salt glands on the sea beet leaves".

made · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "tomato seedling's root structure under stress".

made · midday

A coconut crab has been at the garden overnight.

coconut_crab · afternoon

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · afternoon

Kevin made a note: "“Draft letter to Tom – ready for tomorrow” in notebook".

made · evening

Found: letter to Tom.

item · evening

Yanmar engine runs clean under load on dinghy

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "The sea beet salt glands".

made · night

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