Day 29

Dolphins, Dock Planks, and Falling Glass

Dawn broke grey over Sorrel Island. Kevin stood at the water's edge with a crowbar as the tide lapped the dock pilings. A pod of dolphins passed close off the point, fins breaking the surface near the reef. Jenny tried to sketch them but the overcast light and their movement defeated her; she managed only rough pencil outlines. Kevin pried the first rotten dock plank free in one piece and set it on the gravel before the rising tide could reach it. At breakfast they ate boiled limpets with coffee. Medevac authorization forms lay on the table. The barometer read 1001 hPa and falling. "The pressure is falling. We need to get the packets on the stove before it pours, and I'll check the tank levels after I finish these," Jenny said. Kevin replied, "Packets'll hold. Masthead first — coax won't wait for weather. Then lime-cement with accelerator before the wall drinks it all. You check the tank after."

Kevin climbed the mast to replace the coax but fumbled the connection, leaving the new cable loosely secured. He climbed to the hilltop to inspect the radio aerial; steady rain made the ascent slick. Jenny sketched tide pool succulents at the pools, completing detailed pencil outlines of Crassulaceae — waxy blue-green rosettes in the upper band, reddish trailing stems lower down — before the rising tide forced her back. Rain slowed to drizzle by afternoon. Kevin tried the dock plank again but wet wood made fibers stubborn. A wooden crate from some lost container ship rolled in the surf near the beach. The rain tank gained about 25 litres. Dock plank replacement reached 50%; radio mast coax replacement reached 50%. Evening found them eating boiled limpets again. "Limpets are ready. Coffee's on," Kevin said. "Tide's turning early," Kevin said. "What for?" "Coast guard said the supply boat's diverted. No ETA. These are if one of us needs off this rock before the next boat." "We have enough food, Kevin." "Not about food." "Are you sick?" "Eat while they're hot. The wind's backing west." The barometer kept dropping. Clouds thickened. Kevin said they'd mix the wall base course tomorrow if humidity broke. Accelerator in the lime-cement. It would cure before the next tide.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Rising Tide

Kevin stands by the water edge with the crowbar as the tide begins to lap against the dock pilings. A pod of dolphins passes close off the point, their fins breaking the grey surface of the water near the reef.

Kevin pried the first rotten dock plank free in one piece using the crowbar, setting it aside on the gravel before the rising tide could reach it. Jenny attempted to sketch the dolphins but the overcast light and their movement made detailed work difficult, managing only rough pencil outlines.

🌿 Jenny23:32

Watch the rotten planks, Kevin, they're slick today.

Walk to the edge of the jetty and lean against the post, watching the dolphins.

💭 thought

They're moving out toward the channel, maybe following the pressure shift.

🔧 Kevin23:32

Aye. Two boards nearest the shore. I'll swap them after the tide turns.

pry up the first rotten plank with the crowbar, working from the landward end where the timber's still sound

💭 thought

She's right — the algae on those two rotten planks is lethal at high tide. Good she's watching the water instead of my hands.

🌿 Jenny23:33

Don't pry too hard, the wood is probably mush under the surface.

Pull the notebook from my pocket and start sketching the curve of a dolphin's back.

💭 thought

If he pulls those now, the rising tide will make the whole jetty unstable under his weight.

🔧 Kevin23:35

Mm. Feeling for the joists now.

ease the crowbar under the plank's edge, applying slow upward pressure to find where the nails bite into solid joist versus rot

💭 thought

She's seen me work timber before. Knows I'll feel the give before it snaps. The sketching means she's settled — good.

🌿 Jenny23:36

If it snaps, don't let the waybar go into the water.

Focus on the dolphin's dorsal fin, capturing the way it cuts the grey light.

💭 thought

He's being careful, but that wood is held on by prayer and salt.

🔧 Kevin23:36

Won't.

keep steady leverage, pulling the plank free in one piece once the nails release, then set it aside on the gravel clear of the rising water

💭 thought

Waybar. She means the crowbar. Salt's taken the word from her same as it takes everything else out here. She's not wrong — lose the only proper bar on the island and I'm improvising with a pipe wrench.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Breakfast and plans

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table in the keeper's cottage, eating boiled limpets with coffee. The medevac authorization forms lie on the table between them. Outside, the tide continues rising against the dock pilings; the barometer reads 1001 hPa and falling. They discuss the day's work: Kevin's coax replacement at the masthead before humidity climbs, lime-cement mixing for the garden wall base course, and Jenny's seed packet drying and water tank check.

Kevin climbed the mast to replace the coax cable but fumbled the connection at the masthead, leaving the new cable loosely secured. Jenny sketched tide pool succulents at the pools, completing detailed pencil outlines before the rising tide forced her back.

🌿 Jenny23:38

The pressure is falling. We need to get the packets on the stove before it pours, and I'll check the tank levels after I finish these.

Jenny wipes salt from her hands, stands, and gathers the damp seed packets from the newspaper to move them closer to the wood stove.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping; if I don't get these dried by the stove before the rain hits, the heirlooms will rot.

🔧 Kevin23:38

Packets'll hold. Masthead first — coax won't wait for weather. Then lime-cement with accelerator before the wall drinks it all. You check the tank after.

walk to the porch, uncoil the new half-inch three-strand rope from the high shelf, and carry it to the mast base

💭 thought

Barometer dropping faster than I'd like. Rain before noon if it keeps falling. The packets can wait an hour — coax first, while the mast is dry enough to climb.

🌿 Jenny23:39

fine. just keep an eye on the clouds. Don't let the seeds get too damp in the tin.

Jenny places the tin of seeds on the warmest part of the stove mantle, picks up her notebook, and heads toward the tide pools.

💭 thought

he's right about the coax, but the humidity is going to kill the cure if we wait.

🔧 Kevin23:40

Tin's fine there. Stove's warm, not hot. Back before the rain.

walk to the mast base, coil the new rope over one shoulder, and start climbing the rungs toward the masthead

💭 thought

She's learning the island's moods faster than I did. Tin on the mantle's good — stove's warm but not hot. Won't cook the viability out of them.

🌿 Jenny23:41

I'll be at the pools if the wind holds.

Jenny sits on a flat rock, opens her notebook, and begins sketching the waxy surface of a Crassulaceae.

💭 thought

he's always so sure about the mechanics of it, while the air is literally changing.

🔧 Kevin23:43

(nothing — too high to shout down, and she didn't ask for anything)

reach the masthead, untie the old coax from the insulator, and begin feeding the new cable through the block

💭 thought

Wind's backing southwest. She'll have an hour before it picks up and the spray reaches the pools. Good. She's safe there.

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the hilltop · midday

Midday work and weather closing in

Kevin is at the hilltop checking the radio aerial; Jenny is at the tide pools packing up her sketches.

Kevin climbed to the hilltop to inspect the radio mast, but the steady rain made the ascent slick and difficult. Jenny spent the morning at the tide pools, gathering limpets as the water receded.

🔧 Kevin23:45

Kevin — climb the mast rungs to the masthead with the new half-inch rope and coax cable to secure the splice properly at the cracked insulator

💭 thought

Should've done it right the first time. No sense climbing twice when once hurts enough.

🌿 Jenny23:47

way there, just a little further.

Walk into the way, set the notebook on the table, and check the seed packets for any new mold.

💭 thought

If the humidity doesn't drop, those heirloom seeds will rot before they ever see the soil.

🔧 Kevin23:48

Kevin — secure the coax splice at the masthead with the new half-inch rope, tightening the connection at the cracked insulator before descending

💭 thought

Arms won't hold much longer. Get the splice tight and get down.

🌿 Jenny23:51

Jenny — walk out to the water tank to check the level again.

💭 thought

The tank is nearly full, but the air is too heavy to breathe.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

shelter from the rain

The rain slows to a drizzle as you both head back to the cottage to prepare the morning's catch.

Kevin attempts to pry the rotten dock plank with the crowbar but the wet wood makes the fibers stubborn. Jenny spends the low tide documenting succulents in the pools, finding several species despite the light rain.

🌿 Jenny23:53

Let's get these inside before the wind picks up again.

Gather the handful of limpets and sea beet and follow Kevin toward the kitchen.

💭 thought

My hands are shaking from the cold water and I can still taste the salt in the air.

🔧 Kevin23:53

Limpets are done. Just need heat. Beet goes in the pan last minute.

walk to the cottage porch and set the crowbar down by the door, then step inside to the kitchen

💭 thought

Good. The limpets are already boiled from earlier — just need warming through. The sea beet'll cook quick in the pan. Simple lunch. My back's complaining from the mast climb and the dock work. Need to sit.

🌿 Jenny23:55

I'll handle the beet. way get the pan over the stove.

Set the damp sea beet leaves on the counter and start the wood stove.

💭 thought

I'm starving enough to eat the notebook, but my fingers are too stiff anyway.

🔧 Kevin23:55

Wood's wet. Be right back.

grab the hatchet from the hook by the stove and step back out to the porch to split kindling from the dry stack inside the doorway

💭 thought

Fire's not catching yet. Damp wood from the porch stack. Need to split some drier pieces from the inside supply.

🌿 Jenny23:57

Use the dry stuff under the eaves, don't bother.

Wash the sea beet leaves in cold water and wait for the fire to catch.

💭 thought

If he brings in wet wood, we'll just be sitting in the dark tonight.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening meal and rising tide

The tide is coming in, covering the pools as you return inside to eat the boiled limpets.

Kevin attempted to replace the radio coax, but the rising tide and slick conditions made the work impossible. Jenny focused on sketching tide pool succulents as the water began to cover the shelves. A wooden crate washed up in the surf near the beach.

🔧 Kevin23:57

Limpets are ready. Coffee's on.

walk into the kitchen and set the pot of boiled limpets on the table, then pour two mugs of coffee

💭 thought

The limpets are the one thing that went right today. Back's screaming, hands are raw from the crowbar, and that coax connection at the masthead is still loose — but the limpets are hot and the coffee's strong.

🌿 Jenny23:59

Thanks.

sit at the table, pick up a fork, and start eating the limpets.

💭 thought

My legs are cramping from the crouching and the humidity is so heavy it feels like breathing through a wet wool blanket.

🔧 Kevin23:59

Kevin — sit opposite her and start on my own limpets, chewing slowly

💭 thought

She's eating. Good. The medevac papers are in my bag by the bunk — need to put them on the table before she turns in, said I would. Back's still knotted from the dock. Masthead coax still loose. But she's eating.

🌿 Jenny00:01

Jenny — chew slowly, looking out the window at the rising tide.

💭 thought

The silence is louder than the waves today. I wonder if the seeds in the tin are still viable after this.

🔧 Kevin00:02

Tide's turning early.

set my fork down, reach into my jacket pocket, and pull out the folded medevac authorization forms, setting them on the table between us

💭 thought

Tide's coming up fast. Dock work's done for the day. Masthead coax still needs finishing — but not in this light, not with my hands shaking from the crowbar work. Papers first. Then maybe the lime-cement mix if the humidity holds.

🌿 Jenny00:03

What for?

stop eating and look down at the forms.

💭 thought

Why is he pulling those out now? The barometer is still rising. Is he just tired of waiting?

🔧 Kevin00:03

Coast guard said the supply boat's diverted. No ETA. These are if one of us needs off this rock before the next boat.

keep my eyes on the forms, not on her face

💭 thought

She's asking straight. No accusation. Just the question. I've had these eleven months and didn't say a word. Coast guard said supply boat diverted, no ETA. I didn't tell her that either.

🌿 Jenny00:05

We have enough food, Kevin.

set the fork down and touch the edge of the paper with a damp finger.

💭 thought

The boat is gone. Five days of nothing, and he's already talking about leaving.

🔧 Kevin00:05

Not about food.

tap the top form with one calloused finger, the nail split down the middle

💭 thought

She thinks it's about supplies. It's not. It's about the thing I can't say — the water in my chest when the swell picks up, the way my hands still shake at night. The Bay of Biscay doesn't care about food stores.

🌿 Jenny00:07

Are you sick?

pull my hand back from the table and cross my arms over my lap.

💭 thought

He's looking at the paper, not me. He's scared of the isolation more than I.

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the keeper's cottage · night

NIGHT DAY 29

You sit in the kitchen, the smell of boiled limpets filling the air as the wind picks up outside.

Kevin attempts to secure the radio coax while the barometer holds steady, though humidity remains oppressive. Jenny focuses on documenting tide pool life and managing the heirloom seeds as the storm begins to settle in.

🌿 Jenny00:08

Jenny — pick up a limpet from the plate and eat slowly, watching the rain lash against the windowpane.

💭 thought

My legs are cramping again. The salt in the air is heavy tonight. I need to eat before the storm breaks.

🔧 Kevin00:08

Eat while they're hot. The wind's backing west.

Sit at the kitchen table, pick up a limpet with the small fork, and begin eating slowly.

💭 thought

The limpets smell of iron and seaweed. My hands still smell of salt and coax grease from the mast. I should've secured that connection before the tide turned. Now it'll wait for the next low window — if the weather holds.

🌿 Jenny00:09

The barometer says so. It's coming.

Chew the rubbery limpet and look at the damp seed packets drying on the newspaper near the stove.

💭 thought

He's always watching the sky. The pressure is already dropping somewhere, I can feel it.

🔧 Kevin00:10

Mm. Glass dropping?

Chew the limpet, swallow, reach for another. Wipe fingers on a rag.

💭 thought

She's reading the barometer better than I am lately. 1004 and rising this morning, but the wind tells its own story. The seed packets — hers, not mine — spread out like a hand of cards. She's patient with them. More patient than I was with the coax.

🌿 Jenny00:11

Just a bit. The clouds are thickening.

Reach out and touch the edge of the heirloom seed packet, checking for dampness.

💭 thought

It was at 1004 hPa an hour ago, but it feels heavier now. The tank is almost full.

🔧 Kevin00:12

We'll get the wall base course mixed tomorrow if the humidity breaks. Accelerator in the lime-cement. It'll cure before the next tide.

Finish the limpets on the plate. Push the empty plate aside. Pick up the notebook from the table and flip it open to the garden wall page.

💭 thought

Thickening clouds on a rising barometer — that's not a front moving through. That's something stalling. The seed packet's edge feels dry under her finger, but the center packets still hold moisture. I watched her separate them three days ago. Methodical. She doesn't rush things that matter.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.

dolphins · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Curve of a dolphin's back".

made · dawn

A new project: dock plank replacement.

project_started · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Waxy surface of a Crassulaceae".

made · morning

A new project: radio mast coax replacement.

project_started · morning

Found: old coax cable.

item · morning

Crassulaceae succulents form distinct zonation bands in pools: upper band waxy blue-green rosettes, lower band reddish trailing stems; both only exposed at low tide

discovery · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

dock plank replacement: 20%.

project · midday

radio mast coax replacement: 20%.

project · midday

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · midday

dock plank replacement: 30%.

project · afternoon

radio mast coax replacement: 30%.

project · afternoon

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

lost_crate · evening

dock plank replacement: 40%.

project · evening

radio mast coax replacement: 40%.

project · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

dock plank replacement: 50%.

project · night

radio mast coax replacement: 50%.

project · night

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · night

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