Day 263

Radio Repair and Rising Tide

Kevin and Jenny worked under the overhang at dawn as rain filled the water tank to the brim. Jenny inspected the garden tarp while Kevin struggled to repair the shortwave radio in the driving rain, failing to secure the cracked insulator and frayed coax. By morning, they met at the dock as the rain tapered and the tide turned. Back at the cottage at midday, Kevin tested the Yanmar engine’s reliability while Jenny inspected the water tank for sediment and sketched sea beet morphology. In the afternoon, Kevin continued working on the radio components, still struggling with the delicate insulator work. Jenny again checked the tank and documented the sea beet’s anatomy. As evening fell, they discussed the supply boat’s arrival in the kitchen. Kevin repaired the radio insulator using ceramic from a spark plug box and self-amalgamating tape, insisting it would hold until the boat came. Jenny checked the water tank, noting sediment levels, and expressed concern about the radio working for tomorrow. Kevin said the tank read 394 and confirmed water wasn’t the problem. They debated planting seeds, with Jenny waiting for the right window and Kevin warning that windows don’t wait forever. At night, the supply boat appeared on the horizon through the drizzle. At the jetty, they prepared for its arrival: Kevin focused on securing the loose mooring ring while Jenny cleared the way for crates, warning him not to drop seeds on the salt flats. They agreed seeds would go straight to the porch, covered, and Jenny would check the planks. Kevin would meet the bow line, and Jenny cautioned him to watch the soft gap on the left side of the dock.

Scenes

the garden · dawn

Pre-Supply Boat Prep

Kevin and Jenny stand under the overhang as the steady rain fills the water tank to its absolute brim. Jenny inspects the loose corner of the garden tarp while Kevin checks the level of the drying seedling trays.

Kevin struggles to repair the shortwave radio in the driving rain, failing to secure the cracked insulator and frayed coax. Jenny checks the water tank for sediment and sketches the sea beet salt glands while sheltered under the garden tarp.

🌿 Jenny19:49

The wind is going to catch that flap if we don't weight it down with more than just stones.

Reach out to pull the wet tarp taut against the stone wall, squinting against the spray.

💭 thought

The tank is full, but the garden is still a mess of salt and weeds.

🔧 Kevin19:50

Got some scrap timber by the shed. Could batten it down proper.

walk toward the garden shed to retrieve scrap timber for battening the tarp

💭 thought

She's right about the wind. That corner's been lifting for two days now. Stones won't hold once the gusts hit thirty.

🌿 Jenny19:50

Bring the heavy pieces, the light ones will just blow away.

Squat down to clear the edge of the tarp from the mud, waiting for the wood.

💭 thought

If he fixes the tarp, maybe the soil will actually dry for once.

🔧 Kevin19:52

The old dock planks. Be right back.

walk to the garden shed and retrieve the three salvaged dock planks

💭 thought

Heavy pieces. Right. The old dock planks we salvaged — three sound cores. They've got weight and they won't rot any further.

🌿 Jenny19:52

Watch your step, the grass is slick with that moss and rain.

Stand up and wipe the mud from my palms, watching him approach.

💭 thought

Planks are heavy, but they'll hold better than the stakes.

🔧 Kevin19:54

Underfoot's treacherous. I'll move slow.

carry the three salvaged dock planks to the garden, stepping carefully on the slick grass, and lay them along the loose tarp edge to weight it down securely against the stone wall

💭 thought

She's watching me. I don't need to prove I can walk. Just get the wood and get it done.

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the dock · morning

Preparing for the boat

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the rain begins to taper. The tide is starting to turn.

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

🌿 Jenny19:55

The tank is at capacity. We need to check the waymar before the boat arrives.

Jenny wipes the condensation from her notebook and tucks it into her waterproof bag.

💭 thought

The water is rising, but my stomach is still empty. He looks as tired as I feel, but louder.

🔧 Kevin19:56

Aye. Let’s take her out for ten minutes, see how she behaves under load.

walk to dinghy, release mooring lines, climb aboard, start Yanmar engine, motor slowly out of shelter into open water, increase throttle to half load, hold steady for ten minutes while monitoring vibration and temp.

💭 thought

The tank’s full, rain’s easing, and she’s right—Yanmar needs a final load test before the supply boat sees it. If it holds, we’ve got a real way off this rock if we ever need it.

🌿 Jenny19:56

Keep an eye on the temperature. I don't want the way seizing again.

way sits on the bench, eyes fixed on the engine housing, listening for any change in the rhythm.

💭 thought

If that engine coughs now, I'm stuck on this rock for another month.

🔧 Kevin19:58

Temp’s holding at eighty-two, steady. No smoke, no knock. Sounds clean.

maintain half throttle, glance at temp gauge every thirty seconds, listen for irregular vibration, keep course perpendicular to swell to avoid rocking the engine, after ten minutes reduce to idle, turn back toward dock.

💭 thought

She’s watching the gauges like a hawk—last time it seized cost us a day and half our diesel. This time it’s got to stay cool, or we’re hauling it back by hand.

🌿 Jenny19:58

That's good. Let's get back before the swell picks up again.

Jenny watches the water, noting the steady vibration of the engine against the hull.

💭 thought

It's holding for now. Maybe I can actually look at those seeds tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin20:00

Coming in.

idle the Yanmar, steer the dinghy alongside the dock, cut engine, grab the bow line, step onto the jetty, secure bow and stern lines to the cleats, check the mooring ring holds without shifting.

💭 thought

Swell’s building—can feel the period shortening. Best to be tied up before it turns nasty and the supply boat skips us.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin works on the shortwave radio components while testing the Yanmar engine's reliability. Jenny inspects the water tank for sediment and spends time sketching the sea beet morphology in the notebook.

🌿 Jenny20:02

The boat should be here if the wind holds.

Sit on the porch steps and watch the grey horizon blur.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping again. The air feels like a damp blanket I want to shed.

🔧 Kevin20:02

Wind's not the only thing that can be delayed.

glance at the horizon, then walk to the stove to heat a pot of limpets.

💭 thought

Wind still, tide high, boat still a ghost.

🌿 Jenny20:04

If they don't come tomorrow, we're down to the wire.

Pull the tin of seeds from my pocket and trace the cold metal with my thumb.

💭 thought

way the engine. It's always the engine or the weather.

🔧 Kevin20:04

We'll manage. We always do.

sit beside her on the steps, take the tin gently, and hand it back without a word. Then stand and walk to the radio shelf to check the insulator again—just to feel like I'm doing something.

💭 thought

She's talking about food, but it feels like she's measuring something else—how long we can last without a sign from the world.

🌿 Jenny20:06

Managing is just another word for running out of options.

Open the notebook to the sea beet sketches and stare at the lines.

💭 thought

He says it so easily, like the world isn't waiting to happen.

🔧 Kevin20:07

Then let’s not run out of options today.

kneel by the garden tarp, lift the loose corner, and re-stake it firmly with a driftwood splint—hands busy, mind quiet.

💭 thought

She sees the edge clearer than I do. I don’t want to admit how close we are to it.

🌿 Jenny20:08

The soil is going to take them anyway.

Trace the outline of a salt gland on the paper, my hand shaking just a little.

💭 thought

He's fixing the world while I'm just counting the decay.

🔧 Kevin20:09

Not if we give them something else to take.

walk to the shed, pull the bag of crushed lime, and carry it to the garden beds—start spreading it slow and even around the tomato rows, working it in with the fork.

💭 thought

The tremor in her hand isn't the cold. It's the weight of watching things fail and not being able to stop it. I know that weight. It sits in my chest every time I look at the radio.

🌿 Jenny20:10

It won't change the pH overnight.

Watch him work the white powder against the dark earth, the pencil heavy in my hand.

💭 thought

He's working the dirt while I'm just drawing the ghosts.

🔧 Kevin20:10

Doesn’t mean we don’t try.

keep working the lime into the soil, slow and steady, until the fork pulls clean and the earth looks less sour under the grey light.

💭 thought

She’s right—nothing fixes fast here. But doing something is better than waiting for the boat that might not come.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Evening Preparation for the Boat

The sun dips behind the heavy grey clouds as Kevin and Jenny gather in the cottage to discuss the list for the supply boat's arrival.

Kevin spent the afternoon attempting to repair the shortwave radio components but struggled with the delicate insulator work. Jenny checked the water tank for sediment and documented sea beet morphology in her notebook. The air remains heavy and still as the supply boat approaches.

🌿 Jenny20:12

We need more lime for the beds, and a proper waterproof casing for the radio. The way is dropping.

Lay the matching open on the kitchen table and point to the sketch of the sea beet.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, we'll be out of fuel for the generator before the next cycle.

🔧 Kevin20:13

Lime's on the list. Two bags. Water test strips too — down to four. Radio... I need N-type connectors, RG-213 coax, and a proper bulkhead feed-through. The ceramic insulator's gone. Been taping it. Won't hold.

pull a stubby pencil from the shelf and add to the supply list on the table

💭 thought

The barometer's steady at 980, but Jenny's right about the water — taste has been off since the last big blow. Lime's easy. Radio casing... that's the real problem. The ceramic insulator shattered last week. Coax is rotted. I've been patching with self-amalgamating tape and hope. Need proper N-type connectors, RG-213, and a feed-through that won't arc in salt spray.

🌿 Jenny20:14

And a few more tinned way. I'm tired of eating limpets every night. The pressure is falling.

Trace the edge of the salt gland sketch in the notebook, then look at the own.

💭 thought

He's right about the coax; the salt air eats through tape in a week.

🔧 Kevin20:14

Mackerel, corned beef. Coffee. Flour — the last sack got chewed. Write it down.

lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her hand on the notebook

💭 thought

She's not wrong about the limpets. Six tins of mackerel left, five corned beef. That's protein for maybe three weeks if we're careful. The supply boat's due tomorrow — if it comes. Barometer's steady but she feels the drop in her bones before the needle moves. Always does.

🌿 Jenny20:16

I've got it. And we need more seeds. The ones that actually handle the salt.

Write 'FLOUR' on the list, then close the notebook with a soft thud.

💭 thought

The rat is getting bolder. I need to check the traps in the pantry tonight.

🔧 Kevin20:16

Sea kale. Samphire. Extra beet. Write it down.

pick up the pencil and add the seeds to the list, then fold it and tuck it into my pocket

💭 thought

Salt-tolerant seeds. She's thinking ahead. The beet's doing okay, but the tomatoes and basil are struggling. Heirloom tin's damp but viable. Still, we need backups — things that won't bolt or rot in the spray. Sea kale. Samphire. Maybe more beet. She's right — we can't keep limping along on limpets and hope.

🌿 Jenny20:18

I'll check the garden after the rain hits. The air is too heavy anyway.

Stand up and walk toward the porch, looking out at the grey-green horizon.

💭 thought

He's always thinking about the stomach, and I'm thinking about the soil.

🔧 Kevin20:18

I'll finish the radio insulator tonight. Ceramic from the spark plug box. Self-amalgamating tape. Should hold until the boat.

turn and walk to the workbench, pick up the cracked insulator fragments and the spool of tape

💭 thought

She's retreating. Not from me — from the weight of it all. The radio silence. The limpets. The brother she won't name. I see it in the way she touches the notebook before she closes it. Not anger. Exhaustion. The kind that settles in the bones after too many grey days.

🌿 Jenny20:20

Just make sure it's waterproof. I need that radio working for tomorrow.

Lean against the railing of the porch, watching the tide swell against the rocks.

💭 thought

Ceramic won't stop the corrosion forever, but it's all we have.

🔧 Kevin20:21

It'll be waterproof.

sit at the workbench, file the ceramic edges smooth, mix a dab of epoxy putty, seat the insulator in the bracket, wrap the base tight with tape

💭 thought

She needs it working for the boat. For the medevac forms I already filled out. For the one-line letter to Tom I still haven't sent. The ceramic insulator from the spark plug box — it's the right diameter, high voltage rated. If I seat it in the bracket with epoxy putty and wrap the base with self-amalgamating tape, it'll shed water. Coax is the weak link. Shield continuity failed. Need to splice in the RG-213 from the supply stores if it comes. If.

🌿 Jenny20:22

I'm going to check the water tank. The sediment might be getting high.

Walk to the back of the cottage, kick the side of the 400-litre tank.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping too fast. If the boat misses us, we're down to last.

🔧 Kevin20:22

Tank's good. Three-ninety-four. I checked it yesterday after the blow.

keep my hands on the insulator wrap, finish sealing the tape overlap, then reach for the coax stub and the spare RG-213 from the locker

💭 thought

She's avoiding the radio. Avoiding me. The tank's at 394 — fine. Sediment's been low since we flushed it after the last storm. She just needs to move. To do something with her hands that isn't sketching salt glands or staring at the horizon. I get it.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening Preparation for the Boat

You and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the light fades, discussing the arrival of the supply boat tomorrow.

Kevin works inside the cottage to attempt repairs on the radio components while the rain beats against the roof. Jenny inspects the water tank for sediment and spends the evening documenting the anatomy of the sea beets in her notebook.

🔧 Kevin20:24

Boat's due tomorrow. Radio's still dead.

wipe hands on a rag and set the cracked insulator aside on the workbench

💭 thought

The rain's stopped. Barometer still rising. She's been at the notebook all afternoon — salt glands, pH strips, the works. Tomorrow the boat comes. Or it doesn't. Either way I need that radio talking before they're in hailing distance.

🌿 Jenny20:25

The tank is full. At least we won't be thirsty.

Close the notebook and look at the rusted seed tin on the table.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come, the water is the only thing that didn't fail me today.

🔧 Kevin20:26

Water's not the problem.

pick up the spare porcelain insulator and turn it over in my hand, checking the glaze for hairlines

💭 thought

She's sidestepping. Tank's full, radio's dead, boat's coming. She knows which one matters.

🌿 Jenny20:26

Jenny — reach out and touch the tin of seeds, feeling the cold metal under my thumb.

💭 thought

He's always looking for the break point while I'm looking at the salt.กว่าSAY: Everything is a problem when the wind is like this.

🔧 Kevin20:28

You going to plant those or let them rot?

set the insulator down and pull out a chair, straddling it backwards, forearms on the backrest

💭 thought

That tin's been on the table three days. She won't open it. Won't let me open it. Something about the rust, or what's inside, or both.

🌿 Jenny20:29

I'm waiting for the right window.

Open the lid of the tin just a crack, looking at the dry potential of the grandmother's garden.

💭 thought

I'm afraid the soil is just as salt-blind as the rest of this place.

🔧 Kevin20:30

Windows don't wait forever. Neither do seeds.

stand up and take the radio aerial from the shelf, laying the broken insulator across my palm to see how the crack runs

💭 thought

Right window. Like the one we missed last month. Like the one before that. She's holding on to something that died six years ago.

🌿 Jenny20:31

The soil is still too acidic, Kevin.

Trace the edge of the crack with my fingernail, feeling the sharp grit of the ceramic.

💭 thought

If I plant them now and they die, I have nothing left for next year.

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the dock · night

Arrival of the Supply Boat

The rain has tapered to a drizzle as the supply boat appears on the horizon, cutting through the swells.

The supply boat is a low silhouette on the horizon, cutting through the grey morning haze. The tide is rising, pushing water against the pilings of the dock. Kevin and Jenny are at the jetty, the air smelling of salt and damp wood as they prepare for the boat's arrival.

🔧 Kevin20:32

Boat's in sight. Mooring ring's still loose. You want the radio or the dock?

walk up the jetty to the mooring ring, pull the heavy wrench from my belt, and start cranking the nyloc nuts on the through-bolts

💭 thought

Supply boat's early. Or I lost a day. Barometer's been rising — 983 and climbing. Good sign. Means the front's past us. Boat'll make the dock if the mooring ring holds. If it doesn't, we're manhandling stores up the beach at low tide. Again.

🌿 Jenny20:33

The dock. I need to be ready for the crates before the tide turns.

wipe grit off my hands, the notebook under my arm, and walk toward the water tank to check the sediment level one last time.

💭 thought

If those bolts don't hold, the whole dinghy drifts into the surf before he even lands.

🔧 Kevin20:34

Ring first. Then a hand with the crates.

torque the last nyloc on the mooring ring, rap the steel doubler plate with the wrench to seat it, then grab the crowbar and lever the first supply crate toward the cottage track

💭 thought

She's right. Tide's rising — gives us maybe two hours before the ramp's too steep for the heavy crates. Ring shifts under load; the doubler plate and through-bolts I put in last week should hold if the mortise isn't rotted deeper than I thought. Three sound planks left in the seaward stretch. If the ring pulls, we lose the dinghy and the offload gets ugly.

🌿 Jenny20:34

I'll get the way cleared. Don't drop the seeds on the salt flats.

tuck the notebook into my waistband and head to the dock to inspect the rotten planks for the new arrival.

💭 thought

way's moving faster than my legs feel today. That boat is sitting low, though.

🔧 Kevin20:36

Seeds go straight to the porch. Covered. You check the planks, I'll meet the bow line.

shoulder the heaviest crate — tinned provisions by the weight of it — and walk it up the jetty to the cottage porch, boots finding the sound planks

💭 thought

She's thinking ahead — seed potatoes and heirloom tins can't take salt spray. The flats flood at high spring tide. Boat's cutting a clean wake; skipper knows the channel. Good. Means he'll come in bow-first, starboard side to. Gives us the lee of the jetty for offloading. My shoulder's still stiff from the transom scarf joint. Doesn't matter. Work's work.

🌿 Jenny20:36

Watch the gap on the left side, it's soft under weight.

kneel at the edge of the jetty, running a hand over the wood to feel for where the rot starts before the boat offloads.

💭 thought

He's moving fast for himself. I hope the swell didn't take the salt-beet samples.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A fish run is moving through the shallows off the dock.

fish_run · dawn

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · dawn

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

quiet_transition · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Nd stare at the lines".

made · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "The sea beet".

made · afternoon

A wooden crate from some lost container ship rolls in the surf.

lost_crate · afternoon

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · afternoon

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

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