Day 4

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Scenes

the dock · dawn

The First Rainfall

Heavy droplets darken the surface of the dinghy hull as the barometer drops to 1011 hPa. Kevin pulls a tarp over the planed wood while Jenny moves the seed tin under the narrow overhang.

The air pressure is dropping steadily as the tide pulls away, exposing the slick rocks near the dock. Kevin has secured the heavy gear from the loft, while Jenny is ensuring the cottage's water collection system is clear. The wind is shifting to the northeast, signaling the Force 8 front moving in.

🌿 Jenny22:51

It's turning. We should get the rest of the gear off the dock now.

Grab the seed tin and hurry toward the cottage.

💭 thought

1011. That's a crash. If the barometer keeps diving, we're in for a real blow, not just a drizzle. I can't risk the seeds getting damp—they're already temperamental. I need to get inside and check the radio before the interference hits.

🔧 Kevin22:51

Right behind you. Spar's on the table — I'll grab it and the sail gear from the loft.

grab the planed spruce spar from the kitchen table and head for the loft hatch to pull down the boltrope and mains'l before the rain drives sideways

💭 thought

She's right. The barometer's dropped seven millibars since my last log — that's not a squall, that's the front door opening. The oarlock can wait; the spar and the mains'l can't take a soaking. I'll grab the spruce spar off the kitchen table first, then the boltrope and sailcloth from the loft. If the wind backs further east, the dock planks'll go next.

🌿 Jenny22:53

Watch your step on those planks, they're slick!

Enter the cottage and check the rain tank

💭 thought

He's moving fast. Good. If we don't get that spar inside, the humidity will warp the wood before we can even rig it. I need to check the rain tank overflow; if this squall hits hard, I don't want the area flooding.

🔧 Kevin22:53

Got it. Watch the tank overflow — if the gutters choke, we lose the lot.

carry the spruce spar along the dock's landward stringer, duck under the cottage eaves, and shoulder the loft hatch open to haul down the boltrope coil and folded mains'l

💭 thought

She's not wrong — the rotten planks go greasy with the first proper rain. I'll skirt the worst of them along the stringer. The spar's light enough one-handed; leaves me a hand for the rail if the gusts pick up. Loft hatch sticks in damp weather. Shoulder it once, it'll give.

🌿 Jenny22:55

I'm checking the overflow now!

Place the seed tin on the dry table and inspect the rain tank outlet for debris.

💭 thought

He's right, 1011 and dropping—the air is getting heavy. If the gutters clog, the garden becomes a swamp before I even start it.

🔧 Kevin22:55

Shout if it's blocked. I'll run a wire down from the roof.

stack the boltrope and mains'l on the bunk, grab the oarlock and the brass float needle from the workbench, and head back out to the dock

💭 thought

Good. The overflow's the only thing keeping the tank from blowing its seams or flooding the floor. If the gutters are full of spruce needles and bird shit, we'll know in the next five minutes. I'll stack the sail gear on the bunk — dry, out of the way — then get back down to the dock for the oarlock and the carb parts before the swell makes the dinghy unworkable.

🌿 Jenny22:57

The tank is clear for now, but the wind is shifting!

Step out onto the dock to secure the dinghy lines.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If I don't get the dinghy secured now, the surge will rip the moorings out against the jetty.

🔧 Kevin22:57

Doubling the spring. You want the bow eye checked or the stern? (to self) Come on, you bastard — bite.

pull a length of 12mm line from the locker, run a second spring from the dinghy's midships cleat to the dock's iron ring, snug it with a round turn and two half hitches, then crouch at the gunwale with the oarlock, the cordless drill, and t

💭 thought

Wind shifting east-northeast — straight up the harbour throat. That'll pile swell against the dock face and jerk the dinghy hard on her lines. She's got the bow and stern covered; I'll double the spring line amidships and check the chafe gear on the bow eye. The oarlock fitting's two bolts, five minutes max if the drill bit doesn't bind in the oak gunwale. Then the carb needle — bench test in the cabin, dry hands, good light.

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the dock · morning

The First Squall

The first heavy gusts of the noreaster hit the island, whipping salt spray across the dinghy. The tide is at its lowest point, leaving the tide pools exposed and teeming.

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🌿 Jenny22:59

Kevin! Get the dinghy cover down, the wind is turning!

Grab the last armfuls of wood from the eaves and run them to the cottage.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If I don't get that wood inside now, it'll be useless by morning.

🔧 Kevin22:59

On it.

Move to the dinghy at the end of the jetty, throw the canvas cover over her and lash it down tight to the cleats; double the bow line with a rolling hitch to the main piling; check the oarlock fitting is clear of chafe while I'm there.

💭 thought

The forecast wasn't wrong. Wind's backing northeast and building fast — this'll be a proper blow by noon. Dinghy's dancing on her lines already; if I don't get the cover on and double the bow line she'll work herself loose or stove in against the pilings. Jenny's moving wood, smart. I'll secure the boat first, then help her batten down the cottage.

🌿 Jenny23:02

Done. Now if you'll excuse me— Done. Now if you'll excuse me—

Head for the tide pools to sketch those succulents, then check the garden soil zones before the storm gets worse. </think>THOUGHT: The oarlock's clear now. But I need to test soil pH before the rain hits harder.

💭 thought

The oarlock's clear now. But I need to test soil pH before the rain hits harder. And I'm hungry enough to eat the tools.

🔧 Kevin23:03

Go on. I'll catch up.

Finish lashing the dinghy cover, check the stern line isn't chafing on the chock, then walk back toward the cottage and up the path to the garden with the water test kit in my pocket.

💭 thought

She's off to the tide pools and garden before the weather closes in. Soil pH check's on my list too, but the dinghy's bow line is singing in the gusts — that takes precedence. I'll finish securing the boat, then head up to the garden with the test kit. The barometer's still falling; we've got maybe two hours before the real weather arrives.

🌿 Jenny23:04

Don't stay out too long, the wind is picking!

Test the soil pH of the three mapped planting zones using the remaining strips.

💭 thought

The barometer is going to plummet. If the rain starts before I finish the pH tests, the ash will just wash into the sea.

🔧 Kevin23:04

Won't.

Walk up the cottage-to-spring path toward the garden, pull the water test kit, test the spring output first (one strip), then test each of the three mapped garden zones (three strips) — that's the last four strips.

💭 thought

She's using the last strips on the garden zones. Good — we need baseline before the storm runoff changes everything. I should check the spring water again too while I'm up there, see if the heavy rain's stirred any sediment. Wind's gusting 30 now, steady. Rain's coming.

🌿 Jenny23:05

It's acidic. I need to find more wood ash.

Record the pH levels in the notebook and start sketching the succulents by the tide pools.

💭 thought

The strips are yellow. The soil is far too acidic for grandmother's seeds. I need more ash from the wood fire.

🔧 Kevin23:07

Logged it. Spring?

Pull the notebook from my pocket, write down the four pH readings with time and zone labels, then head back toward the cottage to check the barometer and fire up the shortwave for the 0600 forecast repeat.

💭 thought

Acidic across the board. Ash helped but three buckets barely touched it — we need more, and we need lime or crushed shell if we can find it. She's sketching succulents at the tide pools in this wind; dedication or stubbornness. Rain's spitting now. I'll log the numbers in the notebook, then check the barometer and shortwave at the cottage. The French forecast said Force 8 by midday — we're on track.

🌿 Jenny23:07

I'm heading to the tide pools. The tide is out far.

Walk down to the tide pools to sketch the unidentified succulents.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping fast. If I don't get these sketches done now, the light will fail me later.

🔧 Kevin23:09

Take the handheld. Channel 16.

Enter the cottage, check the barometer reading and log it, power on the shortwave and tune to the French coastal forecast frequency for the 0600 repeat, then grab the handheld VHF from the shelf and walk down the path toward the tide pools.

💭 thought

Tide's low, wind's northeast — perfect for exposing those succulents she wants identified. But the swell's building fast out there; a rogue wave on those slick rocks is a real hazard. She knows the coast. I'll log the forecast, check the barometer trend, then walk down and stand watch while she sketches. Radio first.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

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🌿 Jenny23:11

Jenny — walk to the kitchen table, check the barometer again, then grab the water test kit and the notebook.

💭 thought

The pressure is falling, and my stomach is growling. I need to check that soil before the rain makes it too muddy to work.

🔧 Kevin23:11

Wind's backed northeast proper now. Forecast had Force 8 by morning. We've got maybe six hours of workable light before it picks up past 25.

walk to the dock with the oarlock and tools

💭 thought

Watching her check the barometer again. She's tracking the drop same as me. Good. Means she's not pretending this isn't coming.

🌿 Jenny23:13

I'll start with the south zone. If the wind shifts, I'm coming inside.

Grab the test kit and notebook from the table, then head out to the garden area.

💭 thought

Six hours is plenty if I move. I need those pH readings done or I'm just staring at dirt while the storm hits.

🔧 Kevin23:13

Radio's on the shelf if the squall line moves fast. I'll be at the dock.

walk down the path to the dock, oarlock and tools in hand

💭 thought

South zone first — she's checking the beds most exposed to the incoming wind. Smart. Means she'll see if the ash held the soil before the rain hits it.

🌿 Jenny23:15

Keep the radio dry.

Kneel in the dirt of the first zone, digging a small sample of soil for the test strip.

💭 thought

He's always worried about the boat. I'm worried about the pH. If the soil is acidic, I can't waste grandmother's seeds.

🔧 Kevin23:15

(nothing — already at the dock, dinghy dancing on her lines)

crouch at the bow, fit the oarlock into the socket, bolt it down with the wrench

💭 thought

She's testing where the runoff hits hardest. The strip'll tell us if the ash buffered the pH or if we're still fighting acid soil when the Force 8 rain comes down.

🌿 Jenny23:17

Jenny — dip the pH strip into the water-soil mix and wait for the color change.

💭 thought

1011 hPa and dropping. I need to be fast. If this soil is yellow, I'm hauling more ash.

🔧 Kevin23:17

(grunt of effort tightening the last bolt)

move to starboard gunwale, fit and bolt the second oarlock

💭 thought

Dinghy's pitching harder than yesterday. Swell's pushing in early. Oarlock bolts bite — good. Port side done. Starboard next. Then see if she'll take a rower without shipping water over the gunwale.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin spent the afternoon at the dock fitting the oarlock and testing the brass float needle. Jenny tested the soil pH in the garden zones and gathered a significant amount of firewood before the air pressure shifted.

🔧 Kevin23:20

Radio's on the shelf. You want the forecast or should I?

walk to the kitchen, pull the shortwave down from the shelf, extend the telescopic antenna, power it on and tune to the French marine forecast frequency

💭 thought

Back in the shelter of the stone walls. Wind's up already — can feel it pressing against the porch roof. Need to check the barometer properly and get the shortwave going for the 1800 forecast. French service will have the Force 8 timing nailed down. Stomach's tight; haven't eaten since first light.

🌿 Jenny23:21

You do it. I need to finish mixing this ash for the north bed.

Sit at the kitchen table, open the notebook, and start sketching the leaf structure of the unidentified succulent.

💭 thought

I'm hungry enough to eat my own sketches, but I need to know if that storm is going to ruin the soil.

🔧 Kevin23:25

Right. Back in a minute.

tune the shortwave dial carefully to the French marine forecast frequency (16903 kHz), adjust the squelch, listen for the 1800 bulletin, and simultaneously glance at the wall barometer to note the current pressure reading

💭 thought

She's focused on the sketch. Good. Let her work. I'll get the forecast logged and the barometer read while she's steady.

🌿 Jenny23:25

Jenny — make sketch: Unidentified Succulent (Leaf Detail)

💭 thought

1012 and rising? That's a relief. Now, if I can just get the venation of this leaf right before my stomach starts growling again.

🔧 Kevin23:29

French service has Force 8 by midnight. Northwest 35 to 40, seas to four metres. Barometer's 1004 and dropping. We're pinned for two days at least.

log the forecast and barometer reading in the notebook, then move to the porch to assess the dinghy's lines at the dock through the window

💭 thought

French forecast coming through clear. Force 8 confirmed — 35 to 40 knots, veering northwest by midnight, seas building to four metres. That's us pinned for at least thirty-six hours, maybe forty-eight. Barometer at 1004 and falling fast. Dinghy's going to take a beating at the dock if I don't get extra lines on her. Engine mount still cracked. No welding today.

🌿 Jenny23:29

Damn it. I'll get the wood gathered while I can still see.

Stand up, grab the hatchet, and head toward the woods to gather dry fallen.

💭 thought

Two days? My stomach is already protesting the lack of protein. I need to get that wood in before the wind really turns.

🔧 Kevin23:32

I'll double the bow and stern lines on the dinghy, fit the oarlock. Meet you at the woodpile.

grab two coils of 18mm polypropylene warp from the locker, the oarlock and its pin, and a heavy mallet, then walk down the path to the dock

💭 thought

She's moving fast. Smart. Forty-eight hours of Force 8 means we burn through wood, and the woods get dangerous when the big gusts start snapping branches. Should get the extra warps on the dinghy now, before the tide turns and the swell pushes in. And the oarlock — still sitting on the bench. Might as well fit it while I'm down there; only takes ten minutes and it's one less thing undone.

🌿 Jenny23:33

Hurry up then!

Walk quickly toward the woods, scanning the ground for fallen limbs.

💭 thought

I hope the wind doesn't rip the canopy off the woodpile before we get there. I can't afford to let the dry stuff get soaked.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening meal and forecast

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the sun begins to dip. The smell of drying mint fills the small room.

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What changed

The supply boat came.

supply_arrived · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A seabird chick has fallen from the cliff ledges.

chick_fallen · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Those succulents,".

made · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Succulents by the tide pools".

made · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Unidentified succulents".

made · morning

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

quiet_transition · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

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

quiet_transition · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "Leaf structure of the unidentified succulent".

made · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "Unidentified Succulent (Leaf Detail)".

made · afternoon

The shortwave crackles with a voice, or static, at an odd hour.

radio_voice · afternoon

dinghy rigging: 45%.

project · afternoon

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