Day 322

Storm Before the Boat

Dawn brought thickening clouds and a falling barometer. Kevin checked pressure while Jenny tensioned tarp lines over tomato rows. By morning, heavy rain fell; Kevin rowed to the mainland post box at slack tide and returned safely. Jenny secured a tarp corner and cleaned her ankle with remaining antibiotics. At midday, Kevin inspected the Yanmar and dock ring while Jenny sketched sea beet morphology near the ridge. Exposed tide pools and pilings showed the receding tide. They used the lull to secure gear before the supply boat’s arrival in two days. Afternoon wind rose from the east; rain struck the corrugated roof. Humidity hung heavy as clouds darkened. At the old shrine, they watched rising tide lap lower rocks; barometer fell to 1034 hPa. Night arrived with wind and rain on stone. Kevin and Jenny had just secured the tarp when gusts tested the stakes. Tide remained high, pilings groaning under surge. Jenny urged heavy stakes for the garden; Kevin drove them in. She tied the south side to the wall. Barometer dropped to 1028 and fell fast. They retreated inside. Kevin checked her ankle; Jenny warned of halyard and shifting shim. He confirmed mast and cleat were sound, noted piling rot up three inches, void deepening. He said shim held but replacement needed before spring tide. Jenny fetched bolts; Kevin doubled dinghy lines. They ate. A rat had been caught in the pantry trap. Wooden crate from a lost container rolled in the surf. Lichen on shrine stones showed thicker growth on north face, signaling moisture retention. Dock piling rot reached 60%; north piling shim monitoring at 50%. A pale, slow jellyfish bloom drifted into the bay.

Scenes

the garden · dawn

Prepping for the Rain Surge

Kevin and Jenny stand under the shade cloth as the sky thickens over the tomato rows. Kevin checks the barometer and notes the steady drop in pressure while Jenny tensions the new lines on the garden tarp.

The clouds thicken rapidly as the pressure begins to drop, signaling an incoming wet season storm. Kevin checks the dock pilings against the rising tide while Jenny secures the heirloom garden seedlings against the coming wind.

🌿 Jenny04:47

The pressure is bottoming out. Help me double-check the stakes on the north corner before the wind picks up.

Jenny winces as she shifts her weight to her good leg, hammering a wooden stake into the damp soil.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping faster than I thought; if that tarp doesn't hold, the whole row of seedlings is gone by morning.

🔧 Kevin04:48

North corner first. Then the dock ring — if the surge lifts it, the lines go slack and the dinghy breaks loose.

walk to the north corner of the garden tarp, crouch to test the stake she just drove, pull up hard to check holding

💭 thought

Barometer's dropped four millibars since first light. She's favouring the left leg harder now — ankle's not improving. Wind's already backing west-southwest. We've got maybe two hours before the gusts hit thirty knots.

🌿 Jenny04:49

I've got the stakes. Just watch the tension on the tarp when the wind catches the salt spray.

Jenny presses her palm against the stake to steady her trembling hand, teeth gritted as the pain spikes in her ankle.

💭 thought

He's right about the dock; if I lose the boat, I'm truly stranded here with a rotting leg.

🔧 Kevin04:51

You're not steady. Let me.

step past her, drive the mallet down on the stake with two clean strikes, test the tarp grommet tension with a pull, glance at the treeline where the wind's first fingers are stripping leaves

💭 thought

She's shaking. Not from cold. The infection's tracking — I saw the red line two days ago and she won't let me touch it. Stubborn as the piling rot.

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the garden · morning

The Approaching Squ

The first heavy drops of the wet season hit the garden tarp as you both retreat to the cottage.

Kevin rowed the letter to the mainland post box at slack tide and returned safely. Jenny secured the garden tarp corner and debrided her ankle using the remaining antibiotics.

🔧 Kevin04:51

Kettle on. I'll row the letter at slack.

walk up to the cottage

💭 thought

Rain's here. Good for the tank, bad for the north piling check — surge'll be up before ebb if this keeps building. Need to move on the letter before the chop gets ugly.

🌿 Jenny04:53

Wait for the boat. The barometer is dropping too fast for a row.

Sit at the kitchen table, rubbing my throbbing ankle, and watch the rain obscure the garden.

💭 thought

He's going to drown if he tries to go out in that surge, but I don't have the energy to argue again.

🔧 Kevin04:53

Slack's in forty minutes. I'll be back before the tide turns proper.

pull on oilskin jacket from the hook by the door

💭 thought

She's not wrong. Barometer's falling harder than I'd like. But the supply boat's two days out at best, and the post box on the mainland doesn't wait. Letter's sealed. Decision's made.

🌿 Jenny04:55

If the wind catches you, I'm not coming out to get you.

Watch him step out into the grey, then sigh and run my hand over the rusted lid of the seed tin.

💭 thought

He's as stubborn as the ironwood, and the sea doesn't care about his schedule.

🔧 Kevin04:55

Kevin — step out onto the porch and down to the dinghy, checking the painter's fast before climbing in

💭 thought

She'll watch from the window. She always does. Forty minutes pulling out, twenty back if the wind holds. Less if it doesn't. The letter weighs nothing in my pocket.

🌿 Jenny04:57

Jenny — stand by the window, glass fogging, watching the dinghy dip into the first swell.

💭 thought

The water is turning to lead, and he's rowing into a wall of it.

🔧 Kevin04:57

Kevin — ship oars and pull for the channel, settling into a rhythm

💭 thought

Water's colder than yesterday. Chop building fast off the point. Pull steady, don't fight the cross — let the boat find its line. The post box sits at the end of the mainland pier, rusted red, cleared weekly. If the supply boat comes, the postmistress forwards. If not, she holds. Either way, it leaves my hands today.

🌿 Jenny04:59

Jenny — pull my notebook from my pocket and start sketching the way the rain is distorting the surface of the tide pools.

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💭 thought

He's rowing like the ocean is a friend, but it's just waiting for an opening.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Midday at the cottage and garden

Kevin is at the cottage checking the Yanmar and dock ring; Jenny is at the garden sketching sea beet morphology near the ridge.

The clouds are thickening as the pressure continues to drop, signaling a potential late-afternoon squall. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the dock pilings. Kevin and Jenny use the midday lull to secure equipment before the supply boat arrives in two days.

🌿 Jenny05:05

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

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast for this much rain; I need to get that tarp down before the wind really shifts.

🔧 Kevin05:06

Kevin — wipe down prop shaft, set it on the clean rag, and check the epoxy tub residue — see if there's enough for the dock mortise repair

💭 thought

Prop shaft spins true in the vice — bronze sleeve held, alignment's good. Vibration's coming from the mast bracket flex under load, not the shaft. Need to sister the bracket or pack it with epoxy shims before the gale hits. Dock ring's wedges are holding but that weep at the mortise means the greenheart sister plank's still floating on void. Next ebb I'll drive more wedges and pack the scour with epoxy-gravel mix if the tub's not empty.

🌿 Jenny05:09

Jenny — sit at the table, set the damp notebook down, and rub my ankle.

💭 thought

The kitchen is warm, but the smell of salt and wet wool is clinging to my skin.

🔧 Kevin05:11

Kevin — scoop the last of the epoxy into a small pot, add gravel, stir with a stick, and head for the dock at the ebb to pack the mortise void under the sister plank

💭 thought

Epoxy tub's got maybe two tablespoons of kick left — enough for the mortise if I mix it thick with pea gravel from the beach. Generator's hum changed pitch, loading up. Battery bank must be low. Rain's easing but the barometer's still dropping. Gale's close.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

The Pre-Squall Calm

The wind picks up slightly from the east, and the first heavy drops of rain hit the corrugated roof.

The humidity is heavy, clinging to the skin as the clouds thicken over the flat sky. The low tide has retreated, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the dock pilings. The barometer continues its slow drop, signaling a shift in the weather before the supply boat arrives.

🌿 Jenny05:13

Kevin! Get the heavy stakes for the garden, now!

Run to the shed to grab the mallet and the extra twine.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping faster than I thought; if that tarp isn't pinned down, the seedlings are gone.

🔧 Kevin05:13

On it.

Run to the garden shed, grab the four heavy stakes and the coil of heavy weather line, then head straight for the garden beds.

💭 thought

Storm's moving faster than the barometer said. East wind backing — that's the bad quadrant. She's right about the stakes.

🌿 Jenny05:15

Watch the north corner! It's already lifting!

Sprint to the garden and throw my weight onto the tarp to hold it.

💭 thought

The sky is turning the color of a bruised plum; I need that tarp down before the wind catches the edge.

🔧 Kevin05:15

Got it. Driving stakes now.

Sprint to the north corner of the garden, drive the first heavy stake through the tarp grommet and into the soil with the mallet, then move to the second grommet and drive the second stake.

💭 thought

North corner's the fetch side. If that lifts, the whole tarp sails. She's holding it with body weight — not enough for what's coming.

🌿 Jenny05:17

Tie the south side to the wall! Use the heavy line!

Loop the twine through the grommets and pull it taut against the stone wall.

💭 thought

He's holding the corner, but the wind is gaining speed—I need to secure the rest.

🔧 Kevin05:17

Doing it.

Run the heavy weather line from the north corner grommets to the cottage wall brackets, pull it drum-tight, and secure with a trucker's hitch; then do the same for the east side grommets.

💭 thought

South side's the lee but the wind'll back west by nightfall. Heavy line to the wall's good — stone won't move. Need to get the north side lashed before the gusts hit thirty.

🌿 Jenny05:19

The way! It's dropping!

Run back to the porch and check the dial on the wall.

💭 thought

The tarp is holding for now, but the wind is screaming through the gaps. I need to check the barometer before it really breaks.

🔧 Kevin05:19

How far?

Keep tension on the east side line while glancing at the porch barometer through the window.

💭 thought

She means the barometer. Dropping fast now — that's the signal. Gale's closer than twelve hours. Every line, every stake, every loose thing on this island needs to be done in the next hour.

🌿 Jenny05:21

1028 and dropping fast. We need to get inside.

Point to the reading on the barometer and then toward the kitchen door.

💭 thought

1028 hPa and still falling. It's going to be a mess.

🔧 Kevin05:21

Right behind you.

Jog to the porch, grab the door, hold it for her, then step inside and latch it against the rising wind.

💭 thought

1028 and falling hard. That's twelve millibars since noon. Force 8'll be on us inside six hours, maybe less. Garden's lashed. Dock lines need checking. Dinghy's on the mooring — if the ring holds. She's right. Get in, secure the rest, wait.

🌿 Jenny05:23

Close the door. The storm is coming early.

Sit at the kitchen table and lift my ankle onto the chair.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping so fast I can feel it in my ears. My ankle is throbbing again.

🔧 Kevin05:23

Door's shut. Let me see the ankle.

Pull the other chair over, sit, and gently unwrap the bandage to check the wound.

💭 thought

Door's latched. Wind's howling round the corners already. She's favouring the ankle bad — red tracking up past the calf now. Antibiotics won't do much if it's gone septic. Need to look at it properly when the light holds.

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the old shrine · evening

Supply boat arrival due in two days

The air is still before the storm. The clouds are darkening the horizon.

Kevin and Jenny meet at the old shrine as the air thickens with the humidity of the wet season. The tide is rising steadily, lapping at the lower rocks, while the barometer continues its drop to 1034 hPa, signaling a potential storm before the supply boat arrives in two days.

🔧 Kevin05:24

Kevin — walk back to the cottage to check the dinghy lines and radio the gale warning

💭 thought

Pressure's dropped another three millibars since noon. Gale's closer than the forecast said. Need to check the north piling shim at first ebb — that's in ninety minutes — then get the dinghy tied down proper. Jenny's ankle won't hold a row if we need to move fast.

🌿 Jenny05:25

Kevin, check the halyard again! The wind is shifting!

Run to the garden to grab the heavy stones for the tarp.

💭 thought

If the pressure drops this fast, the tarp will rip right off the stakes before I can get back down.

🔧 Kevin05:26

Halyard's cleated. Mast's stepped. You get that tarp corner?

jog toward the garden to secure the loose tarp corner before the gusts hit

💭 thought

Wind's backing northwest already. Halyard's fine — checked it at noon — but she's right to be nervous. Garden tarp's only got three corners staked. Fourth's been lifting since yesterday. She's grabbing stones one-handed on a bad ankle. Should've fixed that corner myself.

🌿 Jenny05:27

I'm on it! Just watch the ridge!

Limp toward the garden, clutching the rusted seed tin.

💭 thought

My ankle is screaming with every step, but I can't let the seeds blow away.

🔧 Kevin05:28

Kevin — climb the ridge path toward the dock to check the north piling shim at low water

💭 thought

She's carrying the tin instead of stones. Ankle's worse than she'll admit — favoring it hard. Ridge line's where the wind'll funnel first. Need eyes on the north piling before the tide covers it.

🌿 Jenny05:29

Watch out for the loose shale! The barometer is dropping too fast!

Reach for the heavy rocks to weight down the tarp.

💭 thought

If that shim slips again, the whole structure is going into the surf.

🔧 Kevin05:31

Kevin — pick up pace along the ridge path, testing each footfall on the shale, heading for the dock pilings

💭 thought

Shale's treacherous when wet. She knows. Barometer's at 1029 now — falling six millibars in two hours. Gale's going to hit before midnight. North piling shim check has to happen at first ebb, twenty minutes from now. If the wedge has worked loose, the whole dock goes.

🌿 Jenny05:32

Be careful! The shim is already moving on the surge!

Slam a heavy stone onto the corner of the garden tarp.

💭 thought

He's moving too fast for that slope; one rock is going to give way.

🔧 Kevin05:33

Seen it. Checking now.

reach the dock and crouch at the north piling, feeling for shim movement with my fingers at the waterline

💭 thought

She saw it move yesterday too. Didn't say. Shim's oak and copper plate — should hold, but the rot's tracking up the heartwood. If the surge lifts the piling past the shim's bite, the sister plank takes the full load. Greenheart's tough but the void under it's scoured deeper than Monday.

🌿 Jenny05:33

It's holding, but the tide is coming in faster than the forecast.

Watch the gap between the shim and the wood.

💭 thought

If that shim fails, we don't have a dock for the boat.

🔧 Kevin05:35

Shim's seated. Piling's not walking today. But the rot's up three inches. Void under the sister's deeper. We need a full replacement before the next spring tide.

stand, wipe wet fingers on trousers, and scan the dock structure for any other movement as the tide rises

💭 thought

Tide's pushing hard. Water's already lapping the shim line — fifteen minutes early. Gap's hair-thin but visible. Oak wedge and copper plate are seated. Piling's not walking on this surge. But the rot pocket above the shim's weeping creosote smell. Three inches of new black in the heartwood since Monday. Sister plank's floating on that void. Next spring tide or this gale — whichever hits first — the north piling goes.

🌿 Jenny05:35

I'll get the extra bolts. Just keep that tarp down—the wind is turning.

Walk back toward the cottage, my ankle throbbing with every heavy step.

💭 thought

Three inches? The salt is eating the wood faster than I can fix it.

🔧 Kevin05:37

Doubling the dinghy lines. Breast line to the shore ring.

walk back up the path to the dinghy at the dock, pulling the heavy weather line from the locker

💭 thought

Extra bolts won't fix a void. She knows. But doing something — anything — steadies her. Wind's backing west-northwest now. Gusts hitting the ridge. Tarp corner she weighted will hold. The other three are staked. Dinghy's the worry: mast stepped, sail bent on, engine mounted. If the mooring parts, she goes broadside into the rocks. Need to double the stern spring and run a breast line to the shore ring.

🌿 Jenny05:37

I'm checking the barometer. It's dropping too fast.

Enter the cottage and drop the rusted seed tin on the table.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'm stuck with a rotting dock and a broken ankle.

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the old shrine · night

NIGHT

The wind picks up as the first heavy drops of rain hit the stone floor, muffling the sound of the tide la against the dock.

The thickening cloud cover presses down on the shrine as the air turns heavy with the pre-storm humidity. Kevin and Jenny have secured the garden tarp just as the first gust of the wet season wind whips across the ridge, testing the new stakes. The tide remains high, lapping at the dock pilings where the shim groans under the rising surge pressure.

🌿 Jenny05:39

Kevin! Get the heavy stakes for the garden, the storm is starting early!

Grab the roll of canvas and run toward the cottage.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping faster than I thought; if that way isn't staked down, the heirloom seedlings are gone.

🔧 Kevin05:39

On it.

sprint down the ridge toward the garden shed for heavy stakes

💭 thought

Storm's here early. Barometer dropping fast. Need to secure the garden first, then check the dock ring and north piling shim before the surge hits full force.

🌿 Jenny05:41

Hurry! I'll secure the seed tin first!

Run to the garden and weight the tarp down with stones.

💭 thought

I need to get that tarp down before the wind catches it and rips the whole thing off the frame.

🔧 Kevin05:41

Kevin — grab four heavy stakes and a mallet from the shed, run to the garden beds

💭 thought

Garden tarp's already loose at one corner. If the wind gets under it, the whole thing peels. Stakes first, then batten it down proper. Dock can wait ten minutes.

🌿 Jenny05:43

Watch the corner by the wall, it's already lifting!

Press the tarp flat into the mud and wait for the stakes.

💭 thought

The wind is turning. If I don't get these pinned now, the whole garden becomes a mud pit.

🔧 Kevin05:43

Got it.

drive stakes at the lifting corner and the three others, angled into wind, then batten with timber strips from the shed

💭 thought

That corner's the weak point — wall creates a wind tunnel. Drive stakes deep at an angle, then batten with timber strips. Rain's coming down hard now.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

dock piling rot monitoring: 20%.

project · dawn

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Way the rain is distorting the surface of the tide pools".

made · morning

A new project: north piling shim monitoring.

project_started · morning

mainland post box on the channel marker is intact and accessible at slack tide; letter deposited

discovery · morning

garden tarp corner lifts repeatedly in sustained wind; requires heavier anchoring or additional tie-down points

discovery · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

dock piling rot monitoring: 30%.

project · midday

north piling shim monitoring: 20%.

project · midday

The north piling's structural integrity is holding despite the surge shift.

discovery · midday

dock piling rot monitoring: 40%.

project · afternoon

north piling shim monitoring: 30%.

project · afternoon

A jellyfish bloom has drifted into the bay, pale and slow.

jellyfish · evening

dock piling rot monitoring: 50%.

project · evening

north piling shim monitoring: 40%.

project · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

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

lost_crate · night

dock piling rot monitoring: 60%.

project · night

north piling shim monitoring: 50%.

project · night

A rat was caught in the pantry trap during the night.

discovery · night

Lichen growth on the shrine stones indicates higher moisture retention on the north face

discovery · night

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