Day 402

Pressure Rising, Ankle Aching

Dawn found Jenny at the table laying out damp heirloom seeds, ankle propped, while Kevin watched the barometer needle climb toward 980 hPa. The air was heavy, the overcast sky low, tide out exposing slick rocks. "The air's clearing, at least for the next few hours," Jenny said. Kevin nodded. "Aye. Rising slow but steady. Low tide in forty minutes — good window for the mooring ring wedges." She warned him about the soft wood; he said he'd use the doubler plate and through-bolts first, then tap wedges gentle. "Don't go too far out, the tide is coming in faster than the charts said." He promised fifteen, twenty minutes tops, radio on channel 16. Kevin took the dinghy to test the Yanmar under load as the tide rose. "Engine's clean at eighteen hundred. Taking her to twenty-five hundred now." Jenny cautioned against overrevving; he held it steady. "Running clean. No shake." The engine held, vibration present past half throttle but manageable. "Yanmar's steady. Vibration's still there past half throttle but she'll push us home. Dock ring's holding. Tank topped off."

Midday rain drummed the roof. The tank gained twenty-five litres. They ate. The barometer dropped to 978. "I should have secured the tarp." Kevin had deployed it over tomatoes. "You need to stay off that ankle." She would re-dress the gauze; he took the windward edge. "Make sure the stakes are deep. The soil's too loose from the rain earlier this morning." Evening settled heavy. "Goodnight, Kevin." "Night, Jen."

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the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Pressure Rises

Jenny sits at the table carefully laying out damp heirloom seeds on paper while her ankle propped up. Kevin stands by the window watching the barometer needle as it slowly climbs toward 980 hPa.

The air is heavy and still, the overcast sky pressing low over the island. The tide is out at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the base of the dock. The barometer shows a slow rise, but the lingering drop from earlier suggests the scent of approaching rain is in the wind.

🌿 Jenny11:28

The air's clearing, at least for the next few hours.

Picks up a single sea beet seed and examines its surface with tweezers under the light.

💭 thought

If the pressure keeps rising, maybe the boat will actually show up on time and I can get more gauze.

🔧 Kevin11:29

Aye. Rising slow but steady. Low tide in forty minutes — good window for the mooring ring wedges.

Write "Supply boat ETA: 2 days" on the kitchen whiteboard, then pull on boots and grab the mallet and oak wedges for the dock.

💭 thought

She's steady at the table. The ankle's holding. Barometer's still climbing — 978 now, maybe 980 by noon if the ridge holds. Good day for the dock wedges at low water, and the Yanmar test after. I'll write the supply boat ETA on the whiteboard before she asks.

🌿 Jenny11:29

Be careful with the mallet, the wood is soft from rot.

Sets the tweezers down and tries to stand, wincing at the throb in her ankle.

💭 thought

I need to fix that dock before the boat arrives or we can't unload the supplies.

🔧 Kevin11:31

Sit down. I've got the wedges. The ring's unloaded at this tide — soft wood won't matter if I drive them gentle.

Set the mallet and wedges on the porch rail, cross to the table, and press a hand on her shoulder to guide her back into the chair.

💭 thought

She's pushing it. Ankle's not ready for weight. The dock work can wait five minutes.

🌿 Jenny11:31

way... don't split the post. The grain is already shot through.

Leans back against the chair, watching him head for the porch.

💭 thought

He's being helpful again, but I hate feeling like a patient in my own kitchen.

🔧 Kevin11:32

Aye. I'll use the doubler plate and through-bolts first, then tap the wedges in just to take up play. No splitting.

Walk to the dock, inspect the mortise, then fit the steel doubler plate over the mooring ring and start threading two of the 150mm stainless bolts by hand.

💭 thought

She's right — the post's weathered. Vertical-grain wedges split easier in rotted timber. Need to seat the ring without forcing it.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

The Turning Tide

The water begins to creep back over the rocks as Kevin moves toward the dinghy to test the engine. The pressure remains steady, but the clouds thicken.

Kevin took the dinghy out to test the Yanmar engine under load while the tide began to rise. Jenny stayed at the cottage, tending to her ankle and documenting sea beet morphology as the rain continued.

🌿 Jenny11:33

Don't go too far out, the tide is coming in faster than the charts said.

Sit on the porch step and open the medical kit to check the ankle for swelling.

💭 thought

If that boat doesn't come, I'm out of gauze and I can’t even walk to the spring next week.

🔧 Kevin11:35

Won't go past the point. Fifteen minutes, twenty tops. Radio's on channel 16 if you need anything.

walk to the dinghy, untie the stern line and forward spring, push off and climb in, start the Yanmar and let it warm at idle

💭 thought

She's right about the tide — it's pushing hard against the wind. But the Yanmar needs a proper load test, not just idling at the dock. I'll take her just past the point, run her up through the gears, and be back before the current gets ugly.

🌿 Jenny11:35

Keep the radio on, the wind is shifting.

Unwrap the damp gauze from my ankle and inspect the redness around the infection.

💭 thought

He thinks fifteen minutes is a guarantee, but the current doesn't care about his schedule.

🔧 Kevin11:36

Radio's on. Volume up. Back before the tide turns hard.

ease the throttle forward, steer the dinghy out past the dock toward the point, listening to the engine note

💭 thought

Wind's backing southwest — she's got the weather eye. Radio's already on, volume up. She doesn't need to tell me twice.

🌿 Jenny11:37

Keep an eye on the barometer, it's dropping again.

Wipe the fluid from the wound with a clean cloth and apply the antibiotic cream.

💭 thought

The tide is moving too fast for a quick return; he's being optimistic with the current.

🔧 Kevin11:39

Watching it. Engine's clean at eighteen hundred. Taking her to twenty-five hundred now.

increase throttle to 2500 RPM, hold course past the point, feel for vibration through the tiller and hull

💭 thought

Barometer was 980 and rising when I left the cottage. If it's dropping again, the front's moving faster than forecast. Engine's running clean at 1800 RPM — no vibration through the tiller yet. Push it to 2500, hold it there, feel for the shake.

🌿 Jenny11:40

Don't overrev it, the salt is already thick in the intake.

Wrap the ankle in fresh gauze and secure the brace tight, but not cutting.

💭 thought

If he pushes the engine that hard in this swell, he'll strain something before the boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin11:41

Not overrevving. Twenty-five hundred's the sweet spot — that's where the vibration lived before. Running clean. No shake.

hold 2500 RPM for a full minute, watch the temp gauge, listen for any change in engine note

💭 thought

Salt in the intake's a fair point — the air filter's seen better days. But 2500's not overrevving, it's where the vibration showed itself last time. Holding steady. Hull's quiet. Tiller's steady. No shake through the deck plates. Maybe the sleeve and truing actually held.

🌿 Jenny11:41

If it's holding, keep it there. The tide is turning fast.

Open the notebook and start sketching the sea beet morphology while I wait.

💭 thought

He's right about the vibration, but the sea is still winning this fight.

🔧 Kevin11:45

Holding clean. Temp steady. Bringing her back in now.

ease throttle back to idle, turn the dinghy toward the dock, navigate the turning current

💭 thought

She's right — tide's turning hard now, current ripping past the point. Engine's holding clean at 2500. Temp needle steady mid-range. No vibration, no smoke, no missing. The bronze sleeve and prop shaft true held. Four hundred hours of work and it's finally right. Time to bring her back before the current makes a fool of me.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Midday meal

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the rain slows slightly. The water tank is now completely full.

The warm rain continues in rhythmic patters, drumming against the roof of the cottage. The tide is high, the water lapping steadily against the dock pilings and the lower garden wall. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the drying herbs and sea beet.

🔧 Kevin11:45

Yanmar's steady. Vibration's still there past half throttle but she'll push us home. Dock ring's holding. Tank topped off.

set down the oil-stained rag on the porch rail and step inside, wiping hands on trousers

💭 thought

Engine held. Vibration's still there above half throttle but it's not getting worse. Dock ring's solid — wedges bit, doubler plate's tight. Tank's full. Good. She's up and moving.

🌿 Jenny11:47

Good. The barometer is actually rising, though. Don't get too comfortable yet.

Close the notebook on the sea beet sketches and rub my aching ankle.

💭 thought

At least the water is full. One less thing to worry about while my own feels like it's pulsing.

🔧 Kevin11:50

Not comfortable. Just noting what held. You walked to the garden and back.

pull out a chair at the kitchen table and sit, leaning forward with elbows on knees

💭 thought

She's right. Rising barometer after a drop like that — could be a ridge, could be the eye of something bigger. Seen both. Ankle's moving better though. She walked to the garden.

🌿 Jenny11:51

The garden is still a mess, Kevin. I didn't get to the weeds today.

Look down at the tin of my grandmother's seeds sitting on the counter.

💭 thought

He's always watching my movements now, like I'm about to break apart.

🔧 Kevin11:51

Weeds'll keep. Seeds are dry. That's what matters.

reach over and tap the tin lightly with one finger

💭 thought

Garden's been a mess since March. She's carried those seeds through storm and salt and damping-off. They're still viable. She's still viable.

🌿 Jenny11:53

It's not just about being dry. If I plant them wrong, they die anyway.

Pull the tin slightly closer to my hand and trace the rusted metal edge.

💭 thought

He thinks it's that simple—like if they are dry, everything is fine.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Waiting for the Ebb

The rain slows to a drizzle as the tide begins its retreat, revealing the slick rocks beneath the dock.

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🌿 Jenny11:55

The tide is coming out far enough.

Picks up the graphite pencil and begins detailing the cross-section of a sea beet fruit in the notebook.

💭 thought

The barometer is still low, but the pressure is holding for now. I need to finish these sketches before the supply boat gets here.

🔧 Kevin11:55

Aye. Two hours of workable water.

Walk down to the dock with mallet and oak wedges, crouch at the mooring ring mortise, and start driving the remaining vertical-grain wedges in while the ring's unloaded.

💭 thought

Good. Low tide gives me about two hours to drive the last wedges home before the water comes back up. The ring's held this long but I'd rather not test it with the supply boat due in two days.

🌿 Jenny11:57

Don't force them, or they'll split.

Pauses the pencil over the paper, listening to the rhythmic thud of the mallet against the wood.

💭 thought

He's always so focused on the mechanics, like the wood alone will hold the whole island against the surge.

🔧 Kevin11:57

Not forcing. Letting the wood do the work.

Tap each wedge in with measured strikes, pausing between to feel the ring settle, working around the mortise evenly so the load distributes.

💭 thought

She's right — vertical grain splits clean if you rush it. The last four wedges held because I let the tide seat them. These need the same patience.

🌿 Jenny11:59

Just make sure the fit is tight.

Returns to the sketch, shading the intricate salt glands on the sea beet leaf.

💭 thought

He's right about the distribution, but the salt air is what really eats the wood anyway.

🔧 Kevin11:59

Holding. Give it the rest of the ebb and it'll set proper.

Wipe hands on the rag, step back to eye the ring alignment from two angles, then walk back up to the cottage porch to check the barometer and whiteboard.

💭 thought

The ring's sitting flush now. Wedges are seated, mortise is tight. Another half hour of falling tide and I can check it proper before the water returns.

🌿 Jenny12:01

Keep an eye on the clouds.

Closes the notebook and rubs her throbbing ankle, wincing at the movement.

💭 thought

If that boat doesn't show in two days, I'm going to be out of gauze and patience.

🔧 Kevin12:01

Sky's opening. You should stay off that foot.

Go to the kitchen, pour water into a mug, set it on the table beside her with the ibuprofen tin, then check the whiteboard and update the supply boat ETA.

💭 thought

Clouds are thinning west. Barometer's still climbing. Weather's breaking, not building. Her ankle's the real concern — she's putting weight on it but the wince says it's not right.

🌿 Jenny12:03

I'm fine. Just tired.

Takes the pills and watches out at the grey horizon where the sea meets the sky.

💭 thought

He's always worried about the foot, but the infection is the real thief here.

🔧 Kevin12:03

Rest while you can. Boat's due in two days. Need you steady for the offload.

Write "Supply boat ETA: Day 404 (2 days)" on the kitchen whiteboard in black marker, then set the marker down and stand at the porch door watching the tide line.

💭 thought

She's not fine. But she'll not accept coddling, and pushing makes her dig in. The pills and water are down. That's something. The horizon's clearing — supply boat might actually make its window in two days if this holds.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The evening settles heavy over the cottage as the dry heat lingers despite the overcast sky. Kevin finishes the labeling of the sea beet seeds while Jenny rests her infected ankle, watching the herbs dry on the porch.

🔧 Kevin12:07

Kevin — walk up to the cottage porch and push the door open

💭 thought

Back at the cottage. Evening light fading through the overcast. Need to check the whiteboard for the supply boat ETA, see if Jenny's awake and hungry. The Yanmar test went clean — vibration's gone. Dock ring held with the oak wedges and doubler plate. Good day's work. Now food.

🌿 Jenny12:07

The barometer is still dropping. Did you see anything?

Look up from the notebook, rubbing a smudge of graphite off my palm.

💭 thought

He's back early, or maybe he just finished the engine. My ankle is throbbing.

🔧 Kevin12:08

983 when I left the dock. Steady. If it's dropping now, the front's accelerated.

walk to the radio shelf and check the barometer reading

💭 thought

Barometer was 983 and steady when I left the dock. If it's dropping now, the front's moving faster than expected. Supply boat's due in two days — that window might close.

🌿 Jenny12:09

It's at 978 now. I should have secured the tarp.

Wince as I shift my weight, leaning heavily back against the kitchen table.

💭 thought

It's always faster than I want. The pressure isheavy in my ears.

🔧 Kevin12:11

Tarp's deployed over the tomatoes. Garden wall's low on the seaward side — wind'll hit it hard. You need to stay off that ankle.

grab the heavy-duty tarp and timber strips from the porch and head for the garden

💭 thought

978 and falling. That's a five millibar drop in — how long since I left? An hour, maybe two. Front's moving fast. Tarp's already deployed over the tomato rows, but the garden wall's only two courses up on the seaward side. Wind'll funnel straight through. And Jenny's ankle — she's putting weight on it but that wince says it's not right. Supply boat in two days. If this blows up, they won't come.

🌿 Jenny12:11

I'll re-dress the gauze. Just watch the wind line.

Reach for the gauze and the first aid kit, moving slowly to avoid the sting.

💭 thought

He's right, but the garden is so vulnerable. I can't just sit here.

🔧 Kevin12:12

On it. I'll take the windward edge.

run the tarp's corner to the nearest oak stake and lash it tight with the timber strip, then move to the next corner along the windward side

💭 thought

Jenny's moving slow but purposeful. She knows the wind line — the gusts coming off the north cliffs will hit the garden first. I'll secure the tarp's windward edge, then check the seaward garden wall. If the tarp rips, the seedlings are done. Supply boat in two days — we can't afford to lose the crop.

🌿 Jenny12:13

Make sure the stakes are deep. The soil's too loose from the rain earlier this morning.

Sit on the kitchen chair, carefully peeling back the damp gauze from my ankle.

💭 thought

If that tarp catches, the sea beet seedlings are gone. I need to check the pressure again.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Night of the dry season

The lantern flickers as you both prepare for sleep, the sound of the low tide receding against the dock pilings the silence.

The warm rain continues to tap against the stone roof of the cottage, a steady drumming that matches the rising tide. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp wood and drying herbs. The barometer shows a steady drop, signaling that despite the dry season heat, a significant weather shift is approaching before the supply boat arrives in two days.

🔧 Kevin12:15

Kevin — blow out the lantern and settle into the bunk

💭 thought

The tide's turning. She's asleep or near enough. Tomorrow the supply boat's due — if it comes. My hands are still clean from the seed work. Good day's work, both of us.

🌿 Jenny12:15

Goodnight, Kevin.

lie back and elevate my ankle on a pillow, trying to ignore the heat in the skin.

💭 thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain; if this infection doesn't break before the boat comes, I'm going to lose the season.

🔧 Kevin12:16

Night, Jen.

pull the wool blanket up to her shoulder and lie down facing the wall, one hand resting on the bunk edge near her ankle

💭 thought

She's still hurting. The infection's holding but not gone. Two days to the boat — if it shows. I'll check the line tension at first light.

🌿 Jenny12:17

Jenny — close my eyes and focus on the rhythm of the rain on the stone roof, counting breaths until the pain blurs.

💭 thought

He's right there, but I feel a mile away in this fever and the heat. I just want to stop hurting.

🔧 Kevin12:19

Kevin — close eyes, hand still near her ankle, drift toward sleep

💭 thought

Her breathing's evening out. The rain's steady — good for the tank, bad for the dock timbers if the wind shifts. Four hours till I need to check the mooring at the turn.

🌿 Jenny12:20

Jenny — roll slightly away from him, wincing with a sharp hiss through my teeth as the movement shifts the gauze.

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💭 thought

The rain is getting louder, and I hope the roof isn't leaking. My ankle feels like it's glowing.

🔧 Kevin12:21

Kevin — roll toward her in the dark, hand finding her forearm in the blanket

💭 thought

She's trying not to wake me. The gauze pulled. Should've changed it before we turned in.

🌿 Jenny12:22

Jenny — pull my arm out from under his hand and curl it into a fist against my chest.

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💭 thought

His hand is warm, but I'm burning up. I can't even be touched right now.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

sea beet seed saving: 40%.

project · dawn

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Sea beet morphology".

made · morning

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

fish_run · morning

sea beet seed saving: 50%.

project · morning

Yanmar engine vibration is stable under full load.

discovery · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Nd rub my aching ankle".

made · midday

sea beet seed saving: 60%.

project · midday

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

quiet_transition · afternoon

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

radio_voice · evening

sea beet seed saving: 70%.

project · evening

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

sea beet seed saving: 80%.

project · night

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