Day 47

Knock and Sprain

Dawn broke under a heavy overcast. Kevin started the Yanmar; vibration hummed through the dock planks. Jenny watched the barometer dip. They inspected the engine for a persistent knock under load. Kevin cracked the injector lines but could not isolate the fault. Jenny pried open the waterlogged crate as the tide turned. By morning the tide was high against the pilings, air thick with rain scent. Kevin ran the Yanmar hard at the dock — the knock vanished under sustained load, though the engine ran rough at idle. Jenny slipped on wet basalt at the north cliffs, wrenched her ankle, and abandoned her sea beet sketch to limp back.

Rain intensified from the west, slickening the dock. Kevin tried to inspect the carburetor but the downpour blinded the components. Jenny hobbled toward the cottage through rising mud. Inside, rain drummed the tin roof. Kevin entered dripping to find Jenny on the kitchen floor, leg propped. The barometer dropped rapidly. Tide receded, exposing slick tide-pool rocks. Jenny struggled with the crate and crowbar on the porch while Kevin worked the Yanmar, his own ankle throbbing in the oppressive heat.

Evening brought the squall. Kevin helped Jenny inside after the shrine fall. They moved damp heirloom seeds to the kitchen; he iced her swelling as pressure kept falling. Through night the barometer steadied at 993 hPa. Rain hammered the roof. Kevin watched the generator and dinghy lines; Jenny elevated her ankle, changed compresses, and spread seed packets on the generator housing to dry. Yanmar repair reached 40%. Rain tank gained 75 litres total. They ate twice.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

Engine test and rising humidity

Kevin starts the Yanmar as the engine vibrates through the dock planks under the heavy overcast sky. Jenny stands nearby with the notebook, watching the barometer as the pressure begins to dip once again.

Kevin and Jenny inspect the Yanmar engine to address a persistent knock under load. Kevin fails to isolate the faulty injector by cracking the lines, while Jenny manages to pry open the waterlogged crate as the tide begins to turn in.

🌿 Jenny19:29

The engine is running rough, Kevin. Check the fuel filter before the salt gets in.

Scribble the 992 hPa reading in the notebook next to the sea beet sketch.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping too fast; if it rains again before the boat comes, the seeds will rot before I can even dry them.

🔧 Kevin19:29

On it.

Shut down the Yanmar, pull the primary fuel filter housing, drain the bowl into a jar to check for water, and spin the element off for inspection.

💭 thought

She's right — the Yanmar's missing on cylinder two, and the fuel filter's the first thing salt water hits when the bilge slops over. Should've checked it before cranking. Pressure dropping four millibars since dawn means front's accelerating.

🌿 Jenny19:32

Look for cloudiness at the bottom of the bowl.

Walk to the edge of the jetty and kick the rotten timber planks to check their stability.

💭 thought

If there's water in the fuel, we're stranded if we need to move the dinghy.

🔧 Kevin19:32

Clean. No water in the bowl, element's good.

Reinstall the filter housing, prime the lift pump by hand, and restart the Yanmar to isolate which cylinder's missing — crack injector lines one at a time at the pump.

💭 thought

Bowl's clear — no water line, no cloudiness. Filter element looks clean too. Rough running's likely the lift pump or injector on two. Pressure's still sliding.

🌿 Jenny19:34

Check the injectors. It's knocking under the load.

Pick up the crowbar and head toward the waterlogged crate; I need to get that open before the rain starts.

💭 thought

If the filter is clean, then it's air in the lines or a clogged injector.

🔧 Kevin19:34

Injector's next. Want a hand with the crate?

Crack the injector line for cylinder two at the injector body, confirm no change in knock, then pull the injector and hook it to the hand tester to check pop pressure and spray.

💭 thought

Knock under load on two — injector's dribbling or stuck open. Cracking the line at the pump didn't change the note, so it's not the pump. Need to pull the injector and test spray pattern. She's going at the crate with the crowbar; lid's swollen tight.

🌿 Jenny19:37

Yes, please. The tide is coming in.

Wait for Kevin to finish with the engine, then signal for him to help move the crate.

💭 thought

He's right; I could use the help. The crate is heavy and the tide is coming in.

🔧 Kevin19:37

Injector's faulty — pop pressure low, stream not cone. Swapping in the spare. Then crate.

Swap cylinder two's injector for the spare from the tool roll, torque to spec, restart Yanmar to confirm smooth running, then secure engine and help Jenny lever the crate up the dock clear of the tide line.

💭 thought

Injector popped at 185 bar — spec's 210. Spray pattern's a solid stream, not a cone. That's the miss. Spare injector's in the tool roll. Swap it and she'll run clean. Tide's lapping the lower deck boards; crate needs moving now.

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the dock · morning

MORNING DAY 48

The tide is now high against the dock pilings. The air is heavy with the scent of coming rain.

Kevin ran the Yanmar hard at the dock and the persistent knock vanished under sustained load, though the engine runs rough at idle. Jenny slipped on wet rock at the north cliffs and wrenched her ankle, forcing her to abandon the sea beet sketch and limp back toward the cottage.

🔧 Kevin19:38

Going to reseal the forward cabin window while the epoxy's still workable. Then fire up the Yanmar proper — see if she'll hold steady under load.

walk up to the cottage, grab the epoxy tub and putty knife from the porch, climb the ladder to the forward cabin window, scrape out the old failed sealant, mix and apply fresh epoxy into the frame joints, smooth it with the putty knife, tap

💭 thought

Tide's up. Weather's turning. Yanmar still knocking. Need to get the engine running clean before the supply boat's due in seven days, and before the next front traps us. The injector test was inconclusive — might be the pump, might be compression. Only one way to know: pull the head if the next run doesn't clear it. But first, epoxy window on the forward cabin window. Humidity's climbing. If I don't seal it now, the frame rots through winter.

🌿 Jenny19:40

Don't push it too hard, the humidity is too high.

Watch him work from the doorway, sketching the way the rain beads on the glass.

💭 thought

If the engine doesn't hold, we're stuck here for another month if the boat misses.

🔧 Kevin19:42

Laying it thin. Tenting with the tarp off the porch — trap some generator heat. Won't cure full but it'll bridge till the pressure lifts.

fetch the heavy-duty plastic tarp from the kitchen doorway, rig a loose tent over the forward cabin window using the ladder and porch rail, start the generator and position its exhaust to warm the enclosed space, apply a thin bead of epoxy

💭 thought

She's right. Humidity's too high for epoxy to cure proper. Barometer's steady but the air's thick — can feel it in the joints. But the window's weeping every rain, and the frame's already soft at the corners. If I wait for perfect conditions, the rot wins. Heated enclosure'd work but the diesel heater's fuel line cracked last month. Haven't fixed it. Could tent plastic and run the generator exhaust near it — risky. Or just lay it thin, hope the tack holds till a dry window. She knows I know. She's watching how I handle it.

🌿 Jenny19:43

Keep an eye on the barometer; it's dropping faster than I thought.

Note the temperature increase in the log while the epoxy sets.

💭 thought

The humidity is going to ruin the cure anyway, but it's better than a leak.

🔧 Kevin19:44

Pressure's 994 now. Dropped four millibars in twenty minutes. Front's moving quick. Gonna run the Yanmar hard, see if the knock clears under sustained load. If not, pull the head tomorrow first light.

climb down from the ladder, secure the tarp edges with rocks and line, start the Yanmar at the dock, bring it up to operating temperature, apply full throttle in neutral for five minutes, listen for the knock pattern, check exhaust smoke co

💭 thought

Barometer dropping faster. She's clocked it. Means the front's accelerating — less cure time than I figured. Generator heat's helping but it's a band-aid. If the pressure keeps falling, humidity spikes, epoxy stays tacky. Frame swells, seal fails. Have to decide: pull the Yanmar head today while there's still light, or bank on the window holding. Engine's the priority. No engine, no leaving. But the window rots the cabin. Trade-offs. She's logging temp rise — methodical. Good. Someone has to be.

🌿 Jenny19:44

Don't redline it, the water's still cold.

Stand by the engine, listening to the metal rhythm over the rain.

💭 thought

If he blows a seal now, we're eating limpets for a month.

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the dock · midday

Midday triage and carburetor work

Kevin is at the dock securing the Yanmar and preparing to pull the carburetor; Jenny is on the path from the north cliffs, hobbling toward the cottage with a badly sprained ankle.

The rain intensifies from the west, turning the dock into a slick surface. Kevin attempts to inspect the Yanmar carburetor but the downpour makes it impossible to see the components. Jenny hobbles back from the cliffs, struggling with her sprained ankle in the rising mud.

🌿 Jenny19:47

Jenny — lean heavily on the crowbar, dragging the right foot slightly across the mud-slick path toward the cottage.

💭 thought

The sketches are lost to the rain, and my ankle is throbbing like a heart. I'm a fool for pushing it for a few millimeters of salt gland morphology.

🔧 Kevin19:48

Kevin — walk up to the cottage, wipe hands on rag, check barometer on porch

💭 thought

Carburetor pull tomorrow. Clean petrol's down to half a jar — enough for a soak if I'm careful. Governor linkage felt stiff last week; might be the spring or just salt in the pivot. Window epoxy has twelve hours before the tide turns and humidity spikes again.

🌿 Jenny19:51

Jenny — hobble the last few steps to the porch, then carefully pull off the boot to assess the swelling.

💭 thought

The cottage is in sight, but Kevin is still at the dock. I need to get inside and get this ankle up before the pain gets worse.

🔧 Kevin19:52

Kevin — enter cottage, set kettle on stove, check generator oil level through sight glass

💭 thought

Barometer's holding at 998. That's something. Cottage is quiet — Jenny's probably still at the cliffs or working her way back slow with that ankle. Should put the kettle on, check the generator oil while water heats. Got the carburetor soak tub ready on the bench.

🌿 Jenny20:00

Jenny — collapse onto the kitchen floor, propping my leg up against the chair leg while breathing through the nausea.

💭 thought

It's turning purple already. God, I can't even put my weight on it. How am I supposed to plant tomorrow?

🔧 Kevin20:02

Kevin — pour tea into enamel mug, carry it to workbench, set out carburetor tools and clean petrol jar

💭 thought

Generator oil's clean, level good. Kettle's singing. Jenny's not back yet — ankle must be worse than she let on, or she's sitting out there watching the weather turn. Either way, tea first. Then carburetor bench work while the light holds.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Shelter from the storm

The rain drums violently against the tin roof of the cottage. Kevin enters inside, dripping wet, to find Jenny sitting on the kitchen floor with her leg propped up.

The air is heavy and humid as the pressure drops rapidly, signaling an approaching tropical squall. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools. Jenny sits on the porch of the cottage, struggling to open the waterlogged crate with a crowbar, while Kevin works over the Yanmar engine at the dock, his ankle throbbing with effort despite the oppressive heat.

🔧 Kevin20:04

How bad?

walk to the wood stove and start laying kindling for a fire

💭 thought

Ankle's swelling fast. She's not complaining but the way she's holding it tells me everything. Need ice, elevation, and to get the stove going for hot water.

🌿 Jenny20:05

Fine. Just a twist.

Jenny winces as she shifts her weight, reaching for a clean cloth to wrap around the swelling.

💭 thought

It's throbbing in time with my heart. It looks like a bruised plum.

🔧 Kevin20:06

Let me see it.

crouch down beside her and gently pull the cloth away to examine the ankle

💭 thought

That's not fine. She's tough but a bad sprain on this island with no doctor and a supply boat a week out is serious. Need to get the swelling down now.

🌿 Jenny20:06

Be careful.

Jenny pulls her leg back slightly, her breath hitching as she watches his hands.

💭 thought

Don't touch it too hard. It's tight enough to pop.

🔧 Kevin20:08

I'll be gentle. Just need to check the range.

carefully hold her ankle with both hands, testing gentle flexion and rotation while watching her face

💭 thought

She's protecting it instinctively. Good sign she can move it but the guarding means pain. Swelling's already significant. Need cold compression and to keep her off it completely.

🌿 Jenny20:08

Just... okay.

Jenny lets out a sharp hiss, her fingers digging into the floorboards as she tenses her muscles against the movement.

💭 thought

If he moves it, I'm going to scream. It feels so hot.

🔧 Kevin20:10

It's a bad sprain. Maybe torn ligament. You're not walking on this for a week minimum.

stand up and walk to the rain tank to fill a metal basin with cold water

💭 thought

Lateral side tender, inversion hurts worst. Classic bad sprain, possibly Grade 2. No deformity so likely no fracture but can't rule it out. She needs ice, compression, elevation, and zero weight-bearing for days. The generator's running — can use the exhaust housing trick for a warm compress later but cold first.

🌿 Jenny20:13

I can't stay here that long.

Jenny tries to push herself up off the floor, but her ankle buckles beneath her.

💭 thought

A week? What about the survey? What about the garden?

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the old shrine · evening

The squall arrives

The first heavy drops of rain hit the dust-covered roof as the wind picks up suddenly from the north.

Kevin helped Jenny back to the cottage after she sprained her ankle at the shrine. They moved the damp heirloom seeds to the kitchen to prevent rot, and Kevin applied ice to the swelling while the air pressure continued to drop.

🔧 Kevin20:14

—

throw a tarp over the Yanmar and secure it with bungees, grab the tool bag, head up the path to the cottage

💭 thought

Squall's here early. Need to get the Yanmar covered and tools secured before the dock turns into a skating rink. Jenny's back at the cottage with the crate — she's got the crowbar. I'll button up here and head up.

🌿 Jenny20:15

Kevin! The crate! Help me inside!

drop the crowbar, gather the tin of seeds, and limp toward the cottage door while clutching my swollen ankle.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If I don't get these seeds inside now, the mold will win.

🔧 Kevin20:16

Coming!

jog up the path toward the cottage, meet Jenny halfway, take the seed tin from her, loop an arm around her waist to take weight off the ankle

💭 thought

She's struggling. Ankle's bad. Crate's heavy. I'm closer to the dock but the path's steep — I'll meet her halfway.

🌿 Jenny20:16

Watch the step, the stones are slick.

lean heavily into Kevin, wincing as my foot hits the uneven ground, and shuffle toward the kitchen.

💭 thought

He's taking too much weight, I'm a mess today. My ankle is screaming.

🔧 Kevin20:18

Easy. Kitchen chair first.

guide her into the kitchen, lower her into the chair by the table, grab a tea towel and press it to her ankle to check swelling

💭 thought

Kitchen's closest. Get her off the ankle, then back for the crate before the rain turns the path to grease.

🌿 Jenny20:19

It's not broken, just swollen.

lift my foot onto the chair, flex my toes, and press my fingers into the tender spots to test for cracks.

💭 thought

The towel is cold, it will help. I hate needing help.

🔧 Kevin20:20

Ice in the cold box?

open the cold box, pull out the ice brick wrapped in a tea towel, press it against her ankle, prop her leg up on the second chair

💭 thought

She knows her own body. Swelling's the enemy — cold and elevation. Crate can wait five minutes.

🌿 Jenny20:20

Thanks. Just get the seeds on the table before they rot.

sigh, lean back against the wall, and open the seed tin with shaking hands.

💭 thought

The ice is good, but the rain is getting worse. The seeds are still damp in that tin.

🔧 Kevin20:22

On it.

set the seed tin on the table, pop the lid, spread the damp packets out on newspaper, weight the corners with bolts from the porch, check the generator exhaust housing is still warm for drying

💭 thought

Seeds are priority. She's right. Crate stays outside for now — tide's low, it's not going anywhere. I'll get the tin settled and the packets spread.

🌿 Jenny20:22

Be careful with the edges. They're brittle.

watch him spread them out, rubbing my throbbing temple while the ice melts.

💭 thought

If the mold gets in, the whole year is gone. My grandmother's seeds must survive this.

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the keeper's cottage · night

The arrival of the rain

The rain finally begins to lash against the roof as the pressure drops further. They stay inside, listening to the wind howl through the garden wall.

Through the night the barometer steadied at 993 hPa while rain hammered the cottage roof. Kevin kept watch on the generator and the dinghy lines; Jenny elevated her ankle, changed the cold compress, and salvaged the heirloom seed packets onto the generator housing to dry.

🌿 Jenny20:25

The barometer is dropping too fast.

wrap a cold cloth around my ankle and wince as I shift my weight.

💭 thought

My ankle is going to explode, and if that roof leaks any more, the seeds are the next thing to go.

🔧 Kevin20:25

Mm. Southwest back means the swell hits the dock broadside. Dinghy's lashed three lines?

walk to the porch door and peer out into the rain, checking the dinghy lines through the dark

💭 thought

She's right. 993 and falling fast means this isn't just a front — it's something tighter, meaner. My ankle's throbbing but the generator's still running smooth, seeds drying. Need to check the dinghy lashings before the swell wraps the point.

🌿 Jenny20:27

I need to get these seeds drying.

make sketch: sea beet leaf underside salt glands

💭 thought

He always checks the dinghy first. It's the most important thing to him on this island.

🔧 Kevin20:28

Generator's holding steady. Exhaust warm enough?

step back inside, pull the door mostly shut against the wind, and check the generator gauges on the porch through the gap

💭 thought

She's focused on the seeds while the barometer plummets. Good — someone thinking ahead. The generator exhaust trick's working but if the power dies we lose heat. Should check the carb diaphragm again, make sure it's not flooding.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny's building is now 3/10.

level_up · dawn

A new project: Yanmar engine repair.

project_started · dawn

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Way the rain beads on the glass".

made · morning

Something goes wrong in the middle of the work — a slip, a cut, a wrenched ankle.

injury · morning

Yanmar engine repair: 10%.

project · morning

Yanmar knock disappears under sustained load but idle circuit malfunction confirmed

discovery · morning

north cliff basalt becomes treacherously slick with even light rain; algae mats on upper ledges

discovery · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Yanmar engine repair: 20%.

project · midday

Yanmar engine repair: 30%.

project · evening

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "sea beet leaf underside salt glands".

made · night

Yanmar engine repair: 40%.

project · night

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