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Day 429

The Falling Barometer

At dawn, Jenny sat on the porch wrapping her ankle while Kevin checked the barometer and noted the needle's slow descent. Jenny said, "The way is falling. We need to secure the sea beet trays before the wind shifts." Kevin secured the trays with oak stakes and checked the dock mooring ring. He reported, "Ring's solid. North piling's got a gap at the shim — scour's worse." He discovered the north piling had sunk two inches into the muck due to soil erosion, prompting a new project to reinforce it. As the sky turned a bruised purple, heavy rain lashed in from the west. Kevin attempted to cut shims for the piling during low tide but struggled with the heat and the wood. She warned Kevin, "The barometer is dropping too fast, Kevin! way come back if it shifts!"

At dawn, Jenny sat on the porch wrapping her ankle while Kevin checked the barometer and noted the needle's slow descent. Jenny said, "The way is falling. We need to secure the sea beet trays before the wind shifts." Kevin secured the trays with oak stakes and checked the dock mooring ring. He reported, "Ring's solid. North piling's got a gap at the shim — scour's worse." He discovered the north piling had sunk two inches into the muck due to soil erosion, prompting a new project to reinforce it. As the sky turned a bruised purple, heavy rain lashed in from the west. Kevin attempted to cut shims for the piling during low tide but struggled with the heat and the wood. She warned Kevin, "The barometer is dropping too fast, Kevin! way come back if it shifts!"

By evening, the wind shifted east and the rain settled into a warm drizzle. The rain tank gained about 25 litres. Kevin and Jenny ate and stayed inside the cottage, where the air smelled of salt, damp wood, and drying herbs. With the supply boat five days away, they watched the barometer, which reached 979. Kevin told Jenny, "Keep that foot up. I'll rewrap the ankle after supper — clean gauze, fresh poultice."

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Rising Humidity

Jenny sits on the porch chair wrapping her ankle while the clouds muffle the sun. Kevin checks the barometer, noting the needle continues its slow descent as the pressure drops. The air is still and smells of salt and coming rain.

Kevin returns from the garden to find the sea beet trays secured under the tarp, the oak stakes holding firm against the rising wind. He checks the dock mooring ring as planned, finding the tension correct even though the tide is beginning to lap at the lower-side pilings. Jenny waits by the cottage wall, clutching her ankle to manage the throbbing pain, and they both watch the sky darken further over the north ridge as the barometric pressure continues to drop.

🌿 Jenny12:31

The way is falling. We need to secure the sea beet trays before the wind shifts.

Tighten the saline wrap on my ankle and stand up, limping toward the garden.

💭 thought
The pressure is dropping too fast; if that storm hits before I de-water those seedlings, they're lost to the rot.
🔧 Kevin12:32

I'll get the trays. You do the 0800 call.

walk to the garden with the spare tarp and timber strips from the porch

💭 thought
Pressure's dropping steady. She's right about the trays — but her ankle's not right for hauling wet canvas in rising wind. I'll take the garden. She takes the radio check.
🌿 Jenny12:33

Watch the north ridge—the

💭 thought
If he doesn't get the tarp down in time, the salt spray will kill the seedlings before they even sprout.
🔧 Kevin12:34

North ridge. Copy.

reach the garden, spread the spare tarp over the sea beet seedling trays, drive the oak stakes through the grommets into the soil, batten the edges with timber strips

💭 thought
She cut off. Wind shifting already. North ridge funnels it straight down onto the garden. Need those trays battened before the gusts hit.
🌿 Jenny12:35

Make sure the stakes are deep. My ankle is throbbing with every step.

Lean against the whitewashed stone wall and watch the sky darken.

💭 thought
The barometer is at 982 and falling; if that wind picks up any more, the whole crop is gone.
🔧 Kevin12:36

Stakes are deep. Sit tight. I'll check the dock ring on the way back.

drive the last oak stake home with the mallet, pull the tarp taut, tie off to the garden wall deadman, then walk back toward the dock

💭 thought
She's favouring it bad. Throbbing means swelling's up again. Infection's not cleared. But she's standing watch on the sky while I secure the crop. That's the bargain.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

The Approaching Front

The flat sky has turned a heavy, bruised purple, and the wind has picked up from the north. The tide is now high, and the first heavy drops of rain begin to batter the roof.

Heavy rain lashes in from the west, signaling the arrival of the storm. The barometric pressure continues to drop as the wind picks up, forcing Kevin and Jenny to stay inside the cottage to keep dry and protect the equipment.

🌿 Jenny12:37

Jenny — winces and shifts weight, wrapping the saline cloth tighter around the swollen ankle.

💭 thought
The pressure is dropping too fast; if this storm hits as hard as it looks, the seedlings will be gone.
🔧 Kevin12:38

Stay off it. I'll check the dock.

Walk to the dock and inspect the mooring ring mortise, oak wedges, and piling alignment under the high tide surge.

💭 thought
The barometer's at 980 and falling fast. Wind backing north means the surge will hit the dock broadside. Need to check the mooring ring wedges are still holding before the tide peaks fully — oak's compressed but if the pilings shift under this pressure, the ring'll work loose again.
🌿 Jenny12:39

Be careful with the swell!

Leans back against the whitewashed wall, clutching the edge of the seed tin to her chest.

💭 thought
He's trying to be the protector again. I can't even walk to the porch door without seeing stars.
🔧 Kevin12:40

Wedges are holding. Back in a minute.

Reach the dock, crouch at the mooring ring, and test each oak wedge with the mallet — tap to check for movement or hollow sound. Inspect the steel doubler plate bolts for any sign of stretch.

💭 thought
She's right to warn me — the swell's already climbing the pilings, and the footing's slick with spray. But the ring held last check, and the wedges are vertical grain oak. They'll compress before they fail. Just need to confirm the mortise hasn't opened under the lateral load.
🌿 Jenny12:41

Hurry back, Kevin!

Drags herself toward the door, using the wall for support to pull the seed packets and the tin inside the cottage.

💭 thought
I can't just sit here while the rain starts. If the water gets into the seed packets now, they're finished.
🔧 Kevin12:42

Ring's solid. North piling's got a gap at the shim — scour's worse. Need to drive a deeper wedge when the tide drops.

Walk back to the cottage, stepping careful on the wet planks.

💭 thought
All four wedges tap solid — no hollow ring, no give. The doubler plate bolts are snug, washers flat. The ring's fast. But the north piling... the greenheart shim I drove at low tide is showing a hairline gap at the toe. Scour's eaten under it deeper than I thought. Next big surge could lever the pile.
🌿 Jenny12:43

Leave the boots on the porch. Don't track the mud in.

Gently sets the seed tin on the kitchen table and sinks into the wooden chair, letting out a long, shaky breath.

💭 thought
Of course it's scouring. The ocean always takes more than it gives.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Waiting out the squall

The wind howls through the radio mast as the two of them huddle near the stove, waiting for the pressure to stabilize.

Kevin inspected the dock pilings during the falling tide and confirmed the north piling had sunk two inches into the muck. Jenny stayed inside the cottage to manage her swelling ankle and keep watch on the barometer as the air pressure continued to drop.

🔧 Kevin12:44

I'll check the ring in ten—just to see if it's holding. You keep the stove going and stay off that ankle.

pull on oilskins, grab crowbar and mallet from porch, step into the wind and rain toward the dock.

💭 thought
The barometer's still falling, wind's west and howling—dock ring's under surge load even if it held before. Need to check it before dark, but Jenny's ankle's bad and the rain's coming sideways. Can't leave her alone long, but if the mooring goes, we lose the dinghy and our only way off if the supply boat doesn't come.
🌿 Jenny12:45

The barometer is dropping too fast, Kevin! way come back if it shifts!

Watch him disappear through the spray, then reach for the saline and gauze to wrap my ankle.

💭 thought
He's going to get swept out or lose a finger in that swell, the idiot.
🔧 Kevin12:46

(shouting back over the wind) Won't be long. Watch the radio—if the supply boat calls, you answer.

push through spray toward the dock, crowbar ready, eyes on the ring mortise and the north piling base where the shim sits.

💭 thought
She's right—the drop's accelerating. 980 and still falling means the surge isn't done. Dock ring's held through worse but the greenheart shim under the north piling was a field fix, not a rebuild. If the piling settles again, the whole structure shifts. Ten minutes might be five too many.
🌿 Jenny12:47

Jenny — sit heavily in the kitchen chair and carefully peel back the old bandage from my ankle.

💭 thought
He thinks the supply boat is coming in this. Pure delusion.
🔧 Kevin12:48

(yelling back, voice raw) Keep the saline clean! I'm coming back fast—don't wait for me to start the stove!

reach the dock pilings, slam the crowbar into the wet wood beside the ring to test for give, then scan the mortise where the ring sits—bolts tight, plate flat, but the north side piling is sunk two inches deeper than at high tide, greenhear

💭 thought
The wind's screaming now—pressure's at 978 and still dropping fast. Surge is coming, not forecasted. The dock ring's oak wedges are split, useless, but the steel doubler plate and four bolts are still there. If the piling moves, the ring shifts and the line angles go wrong. I can't fix it in this, but I can at least see if it's holding and rig a temporary lash to buy time. Jenny's ankle's open again—she shouldn't be moving, but she's doing it anyway. She's stronger than she lets on.
🌿 Jenny12:49

The tide is rising too fast! Get back before the swell takes you!

Soak the gauze in the saline, hands shaking from the throbbing pain in my leg.

💭 thought
If that piling is sinking, the whole structure is going to hell on the next surge. He's out there risking everything for a piece of wood.
🔧 Kevin12:51

(shouting over the wind) I’m coming! Don’t wait—keep the saline on that ankle, let it dry.

sprint along the dock, crowbar in hand, eyes on the north piling and ring mortise, ready to brace or lash if it moves.

💭 thought
The tide’s rushing in—swell’s lifting the north piling, the greenheart shim’s cracking. The dock ring’s steel jaw holds, but if the pile slides, the ring will pivot and the lines will slip. I have to get back before the surge.
🌿 Jenny12:51

Kevin, the waves are breaking! Come back to the cottage!

Press the wet gauze to the swollen ankle, wincing as the salt hits the infection.

💭 thought
He's going to get way away. If that piling goes, the dock goes with it.
🔧 Kevin12:52

(shouting, turning back) I’m on my way! Keep the radio on—if the supply boat calls, you take it!

sprint off the dock, slip on the wet planks near the cottage wall, grab the porch post to keep from falling, then drive for the door.

💭 thought
The surge is here—white water breaking over the lower pilings, the north pile is lifting on the swell, the ring’s steel plate is torquing in the mortise. I can’t hold it, can’t fix it in this. Every second out here risks me being swept off or the dinghy breaking loose. Jenny’s in pain, but she’s safe inside. I have to go now—before I become part of the problem.
🌿 Jenny12:53

Kevin, just come inside! The tide is too high!

Watch him through the window, then wrap the saline-soaked gauze tightly around my ankle.

💭 thought
He's going to kill himself for a dock. The barometer doesn't care about him.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

The Approaching Front

The wind picks up from the east as the sky turns charcoal grey. Kevin and Jenny meet inside the cottage as the first drops of rain hit the roof.

Kevin attempts to cut shims for the north piling during the low tide but struggles with the wood and the heat. Jenny takes the first dose of metronidazole and monitors the swelling in her ankle as the pressure continues to drop.

🌿 Jenny12:55

The pressure is bottoming out.

sit at the kitchen table and wince as I peel the damp bandage from my swollen ankle to inspect the red streaks.

💭 thought
The barometer is dropping too fast; if this storm holds, the seedlings will be drowned and I can't even walk to them.
🔧 Kevin12:55

Metronidazole's in the kit. Take two now with water. I'll cut shims for the north piling — tide's turning in twenty minutes.

Walk to the bedroom, retrieve the first aid kit, bring it to the table and set out the metronidazole blister pack and a tin mug of water.

💭 thought
The red streaks are tracking up from the wound — lymphangitis. She needs the metronidazole on board, not just doxycycline. And the ankle needs elevation, not weight. But the tide's turning and the dock won't hold if I don't get shims under that north piling before the surge hits.
🌿 Jenny12:57

Don't go out yet. The wind is too high.

swallow the two pills with a grimace and watch the barometer needle quiver lower down.

💭 thought
If he goes out in that surge, he'll lose his footing, and then I'm truly alone.
🔧 Kevin12:57

I'm not leaving you. I'm going to the shed for the greenheart offcut and the saw. Back in five.

Move to the porch, pull on oilskin jacket, step out into the driving rain toward the garden shed.

💭 thought
She's right about the wind — gusts will throw me off balance on the dock planks with one good ankle between us. But that piling has sunk two inches into muck and the surge is coming. If the ring pulls free, the dinghy goes and the supply boat has nowhere to tie. I need to be there before high water.
🌿 Jenny12:59

Kevin, watch the swell!

lean forward over the table and trace the angry red lines creeping up my calf.

💭 thought
He's an idiot. He's going to get hurt for a shim while my leg is literally rotting.
🔧 Kevin12:59

Heard. Stay off the ankle. Keep it above your hip.

Reach the shed door, yank it open against the wind, grab the greenheart offcut and the handsaw from the wall rack.

💭 thought
She's watching the water, not me. The swell's already climbing the beach — I can hear it breaking on the south shore from here. Greenheart offcut's in the shed, saw's on the wall. Cut the shims, get back. Don't slip on the planks.
🌿 Jenny13:01

It's getting hot. way come back.

prop my leg up on a chair and watch the rain blur the window.

💭 thought
If the sepsis hits my heart, I won't even be able to open grandmother's tin.
🔧 Kevin13:01

All right, I'll stick around. I'll cut the shims and get the dock ring snug before we hit the high tide.

Return to the porch, sit on a chair, prop my ankle up, and pull the greenheart offcut and saw from the shed. Begin cutting the custom shims for the north piling.

💭 thought
The room is heating up like a forge, and the wind’s still whipping the windows. If I’m out there, the tide could swing the dock ring before I finish the shims. Jenny’s leg is a mess – keep it elevated, but I need to finish the repairs before the surge.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening dejection

Kevin and Jenny meet back at the cottage as the sun begins to dip. The wind finally picks up from the east.

The rain continues in a steady, warm drizzle, drumming against the cottage roof. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of salt and damp wood. The tide is rising steadily, lapping at the lower rocks of the sea beet fringe near the shore.

🌿 Jenny13:03

The wind is turning. Did you check the trap for the boat?

major against the kitchen counter to hide the throbbing in my ankle.

💭 thought
The pressure is dropping again. If that rain doesn't let up, the sea beets will rot before they even sprout.
🔧 Kevin13:03

Yes, I set it with the fish head. It’s still there.

Check the rat trap's bait and make sure the fish head is still in place.

💭 thought
The wind coming from the east means the tide will turn sooner. The boat’s dock line might be under strain. I need to see if the rat trap’s bait is still there before the tide rises.
🌿 Jenny13:04

Good. We need to know if that boat is actually coming.

limp slowly toward the stove and reach for the pot of limpet broth.

💭 thought
He's preoccupied with the rat. I can feel the heat radiating from my leg; it's pulsing. I need to eat something or I'm going to faint.
🔧 Kevin13:05

Supply boat's due in five days. If the wind holds east, she'll make the crossing. If it backs west again... we'll know by morning.

Pour a mug of the limpet broth and set it on the table near her chair.

💭 thought
She's favouring the ankle bad. The metronidazole won't touch the pain yet. The broth's warm — she needs calories more than she's letting on.
🌿 Jenny13:07

I hope so. I can't afford another missed delivery.

sit heavily in the chair and wrap my hands around the warm mug.

💭 thought
Five days is a long time if this infection keeps moving. My ankle feels like it's on fire.
🔧 Kevin13:07

The barometer's steady at 981. Wind east. Best window we've had in weeks.

Sit opposite her with my own mug, watching the steam rise.

💭 thought
She's not talking about food. The medevac forms, the antibiotics, the radio parts — everything we've asked for sits on a manifest somewhere. Another missed boat means another two weeks minimum. Her ankle can't wait that long.
🌿 Jenny13:09

Let's just hope it holds. The rain is already hitting hard.

take a slow sip of the broth and wince as the movement shifts my ankle.

💭 thought
If the boat comes, maybe I can get stronger antibiotics. This leg is getting worse, too fast.
🔧 Kevin13:09

Keep that foot up. I'll rewrap the ankle after supper — clean gauze, fresh poultice.

Slide the second chair closer so she can rest her injured leg on it, then take the empty pot to rinse.

💭 thought
She's gritting through it. The broth's helping, but every shift pulls at the infection. We need to keep her off it, elevate it, keep the poultice fresh. No more standing at the counter.
🌿 Jenny13:11

Thanks. It's throbbing harder today.

carefully lift my ankle onto the chair and watch the rain blur the window.

💭 thought
He's trying to be helpful, but the red lines are moving. I can feel the heat in my skin.
🔧 Kevin13:11

Barometer's still steady. But if it starts falling again tonight, the ankle'll swell more. We'll stay ahead of it.

Pull the first aid kit from the shelf, set out fresh gauze, antibiotic cream, the remaining metronidazole blister pack.

💭 thought
The pressure drop's doing it — tissues expanding in the joint. She feels it before the barometer shows it. Another front building.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening in the Rain

The rain picks up slightly as the tide climbs higher toward the dock. The supply boat is five days away, and the barometer continues to drop.

The clouds are thickening as the barometer continues to drop, signaling a shift in weather. Inside the cottage, the air is heavy with the heat and the scent of drying herbs and de-salting paper.

🔧 Kevin13:12

Going to check the dock mooring ring and pilings before the tide peaks.

walk down to the dock

💭 thought
Tide's coming up fast with this pressure drop. Dock ring's held through worse but the pilings have shifted before. Need eyes on it before full high water.
🌿 Jenny13:13

The barometer is at 979 and the tide's coming in fast. Just be careful.

way sits on the kitchen chair, wincing as she shifts her weight, and begins to sketch the red streaking up her ankle.

💭 thought
If he goes out now with that swell building, he'll lose the dinghy or his footing.
🔧 Kevin13:14

Back before it turns.

walk down to the dock

💭 thought
She's tracking the infection spread. Good. Means she's watching it, not ignoring it. Barometer at 979 and falling — that's the number that matters for the dock.
🌿 Jenny13:15

fine.

Jenny picks up the antiseptic and begins to Prepare the saline wash for her ankle, hands shaking slightly from the pain.

💭 thought
He doesn't see the way the water is churning under the pier.
🔧 Kevin13:17

I'll be quick.

walk down to the dock

💭 thought
She's tending the wound properly — saline first, then antiseptic. That's the right order. She's in pain but doing what needs doing.
🌿 Jenny13:17

just watch the swell.

way bites her lip and begins to dress the wound, focusing on the angry red lines to avoid crying.

💭 thought
"Quick" doesn't matter when the pressure is dropping this fast.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.
plan · dawn
×2
The rain tank gained about 25 litres.
weather · dawn
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · morning
the north piling is losing purchase due to soil erosion
discovery · midday
A new project: reinforce north piling.
project_started · afternoon
The rain tank gained about 25 litres.
weather · afternoon
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · evening
Jenny made a sketch: "Red streaking up her ankle".
made · night
The rain tank gained about 25 litres.
weather · night

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