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Day 486

Infection and Repair

Dawn found Jenny on the porch step, notebook in hand, watching the red line on her ankle creep another two centimeters. Kevin had set out gauze and antibiotic cream. The air hung thick and humid; jellyfish drifted pale and slow into the bay. Kevin inspected the dock's mooring ring — oak wedges holding, but the ring loose in its mortise. "The bolts are shifting, Kevin. Don't pull too hard," Jenny said. "Seen it. The void behind the sister's letting the bolts walk," he replied. "Tide drops in two hours — I'll pack the gap with greenheart offcuts and epoxy what's left, then drive longer bolts through to the sound timber." She told him to use the longer bolts; salt would eat the short ones by winter. He would need the come-along to pull the sister tight while epoxy kicked. "Be careful with the come-along; if the wood splits, the whole jetty goes down," she warned. He wouldn't yank the split — would scarf a fresh piece alongside first. At the cottage, Jenny debrided the wound with tweezers and boiled sea beet leaves for a wash. Midday heat pressed down under a flat sky, clouds thickening over the north ridge. The tide rose steadily against pilings, salt air thick with drying sea beet and boiling limpets. Kevin replaced the radio insulator, secured the coax. "Self-amalgamating tape's holding on the insulator. Coax shield continuity checked out. I'll do a proper seal tonight before the dew sets," he said. Evening tide receded, exposing barnacled pilings. They ate boiled sea beet. "Sea beet's good. Less salt than last batch," Kevin said. "It's fine. Needs salt," Jenny replied. He offered corned beef fat to cut the brine. She took it. She sketched the sea beet's salt glands in her notebook, thumb for scale.

Dawn found Jenny on the porch step, notebook in hand, watching the red line on her ankle creep another two centimeters. Kevin had set out gauze and antibiotic cream. The air hung thick and humid; jellyfish drifted pale and slow into the bay. Kevin inspected the dock's mooring ring — oak wedges holding, but the ring loose in its mortise. "The bolts are shifting, Kevin. Don't pull too hard," Jenny said. "Seen it. The void behind the sister's letting the bolts walk," he replied. "Tide drops in two hours — I'll pack the gap with greenheart offcuts and epoxy what's left, then drive longer bolts through to the sound timber." She told him to use the longer bolts; salt would eat the short ones by winter. He would need the come-along to pull the sister tight while epoxy kicked. "Be careful with the come-along; if the wood splits, the whole jetty goes down," she warned. He wouldn't yank the split — would scarf a fresh piece alongside first. At the cottage, Jenny debrided the wound with tweezers and boiled sea beet leaves for a wash. Midday heat pressed down under a flat sky, clouds thickening over the north ridge. The tide rose steadily against pilings, salt air thick with drying sea beet and boiling limpets. Kevin replaced the radio insulator, secured the coax. "Self-amalgamating tape's holding on the insulator. Coax shield continuity checked out. I'll do a proper seal tonight before the dew sets," he said. Evening tide receded, exposing barnacled pilings. They ate boiled sea beet. "Sea beet's good. Less salt than last batch," Kevin said. "It's fine. Needs salt," Jenny replied. He offered corned beef fat to cut the brine. She took it. She sketched the sea beet's salt glands in her notebook, thumb for scale.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

Morning Steam and Salt

Jenny sits on the edge of the porch while the pot of salt water steams the humid air. Kevin stands nearby, inspecting the shattered radio insulator as the tide begins to lick the dock pilings.

Jenny sits on the porch step, clutching her notebook as she watches the spreading redness on her ankle. Kevin has laid out gauze and antibiotic cream beside her, noting the infection has moved two centimeters since dawn. The air is heavy, and jellyfish drift slowly into the bay.

🔧 Kevin21:11

Ted, I've got a spare coax and a new insulator. I'll patch the aerial tonight.

make radio: "Coax repair and insulator replacement"

💭 thought
The insulator's crack is a silent warning. The barometer doesn't lie, but the radio does—Tom hasn't heard a word. Maybe if I finish that, he'll listen.
🌿 Jenny21:13

Make sure the seal is waterproof. The salt air eats everything here.

reaches for the notebook and traces the sketch of the sea beet salt glands with a thumb.

💭 thought
If he can fix the radio, I can actually call for help if the boat doesn't show.
🔧 Kevin21:14

Self-amalgamating tape's holding on the insulator. Coax shield continuity checked out. I'll do a proper seal tonight before the dew sets.

walk to the radio shelf, pick up the spare coax cable and self-amalgamating tape, then walk to the porch and sit on the step beside the notebook

💭 thought
She's not talking about the radio. She's talking about the letter in the radio box. The one for Tom. The one she knows about.
🌿 Jenny21:15

Don't use too much tape. The wind will peel the edges back.

winces as she shifts her weight, pulling the infected ankle away from the stone floor.

💭 thought
At least he's being useful for once. My leg is throbbing again.
🔧 Kevin21:15

Half-lap the wrap, stagger the seams, hit it with the heat gun if the generator's got juice left. Your ankle?

reach for the clean gauze and antibiotic cream on the shelf, then kneel beside her on the porch floor

💭 thought
She's right about the tape. She's right about the ankle. She's right about most things and I hate that I can't fix either.
🌿 Jenny21:18

Just... don't touch the wound. Let me handle this. Just... don't touch the wound. Let me handle this.

presses the notebook tighter against her chest, fingers tracing the inked lines of the sea beet salt glands. </think>THOUGHT: The infection is spreading faster than the antibiotics can catch up. presses the notebook tighter against her ches

💭 thought
The infection is spreading faster than the antibiotics can catch up.
🔧 Kevin21:18

The line's moved. Two centimeters since morning.

set the gauze and cream down beside me on the porch, not touching her, just waiting

💭 thought
She's holding that notebook like it's the only thing keeping her here. The red line above her ankle wasn't there yesterday.
🌿 Jenny21:19

I know. I need to boil the leaves first.

reaches for the tweezers in her pocket, her hand shaking slightly.

💭 thought
Two centimeters. I'm losing the leg before I can even plant the seeds.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Day 487, Morning

The tide has fully gone out, exposing the rocks and the jellyfish-filled bay edges.

Kevin inspected the dock mooring ring and found the oak wedges holding but the ring still loose in its mortise. Jenny debrided her infected ankle with tweezers and began boiling sea beet leaves for a wash. Neither found food or water beyond what was already at hand.

🌿 Jenny21:21

Don't look at me like that, Kevin. I'm fine.

stand up slowly, wincing as the ankle shifts, and walk to the edge of the porch to watch the tide pools.

💭 thought
The water is gone, revealing the island's skeleton, and I'm just sitting here rotting too.
🔧 Kevin21:21

Right. I'll be at the dock if you need anything.

walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring ring mortise and oak wedges at low tide

💭 thought
She's not fine. The swelling's up past her ankle now, and that wince wasn't from the tide. But she'll shut down if I push. Let her watch the water. I'll check the dock ring while the tide's out — oak wedges held last surge, but the mortise took a beating.
🌿 Jenny21:23

I know. I'm going to boil the leaves.

sit back down on the porch step, pick up the tweezers, and begin to debride the infection.

💭 thought
He thinks he can fix the island, but I'm just trying to keep myself together.
🔧 Kevin21:23

Holler if it spreads past the line I marked.

walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring ring mortise and oak wedges at low tide

💭 thought
She's doing it herself again. Tweezers, no anesthetic, jaw set. Stubborn as the bolts on the Yanmar. I should stay — hold the light, pass the gauze, be the extra hands. But the dock ring won't wait for the next surge, and she'd hate me hovering. I'll check the mortise, be back before the water turns.
🌿 Jenny21:25

I will.

press the tweezers to the edge of the red swelling and bite my lip to stifle a sound.

💭 thought
The line is already crossed, but he doesn't need to know that.
🔧 Kevin21:25

Got it. Keep it clear, and let me know if it spreads.

walk down to the dock to inspect the mooring ring mortise and oak wedges at low tide

💭 thought
She’s still on her own, but I’ve got a job at the dock. The ring’s tight, but the tide can turn quick. I’ll be back before the water rises.

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the dock · midday

Midday work and the first wash

Kevin is at the dock repairing the mooring ring; Jenny is at the keeper's cottage preparing the sea beet wash.

The heat is heavy under a flat sky as the clouds begin to thicken over the north ridge. The tide is rising steadily against the dock pilings, and the salt air is thick with the scent of drying sea beet leaves and boiling limpets.

🔧 Kevin21:28

Kevin — pull the remaining oak wedges from the mooring ring mortise, cut fresh cedar shims from the offcut, and reset them tight around the ring

💭 thought
Cedar won't last like oak, but it'll hold until the supply boat gets here. Tide's turning — got maybe two hours before the water's up to the mortise.
🌿 Jenny21:29

Jenny — dip a clean cloth into the cooled sea beet water and carefully bathe the infection site.

💭 thought
The heat is too heavy today. If the boat doesn't come, the infection will reach the bone.
🔧 Kevin21:31

Kevin — remove the remaining oak wedges, saw two 2 in cedar shims, press them into the mortise around the ring, and hand‑tighten the ring, listening for any give. Then check the ring by pushing it side‑to‑side; if it still moves, add a third shim.

💭 thought
The ring feels snug now, but the oak wedges are still a bit loose if I jiggle it. I need to cut a few more cedar shims to fill the gaps and give the ring a firm lock before the tide rises high enough to stress it. The tide’s close to 1 m, and the dock’s already breathing under the swell.
🌿 Jenny21:33

Jenny — apply a thin layer of antibiotic cream to the wound and secure it with fresh gauze.

💭 thought
I need to dry this properly before I wrap it again. Moisture is the enemy here.

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the dock · afternoon

The Heat Thickens

The tide continues to rise as the pressure holds steady, despite the clouds darkening over the island.

The heat is a physical weight, thick with the smell of salt and drying kelp. The tide is high, lapping rhythmically against the reinforced pilings of the dock where the wood groans under the pressure of the rising water. On the porch, the air is still, the only sound being the distant call of a seabird and the low thrum of the generator nearby.

🔧 Kevin21:35

Kevin — walk along the dock to the seaward piling, crouch and check the greenheart sister plank bolts and the mortise where the ring sits

💭 thought
Tide's pushing harder against the pilings than the barometer says it should. Ring's holding with the wedges but the mortise wood is wet and softening. Need to check the sister plank bolts before the supply boat tries to tie up.
🌿 Jenny21:35

The bolts are shifting, Kevin. Don't pull too hard.

set the bowl of boiled leaves on the table and wince as the throbbing in my ankle spikes.

💭 thought
If that tide gets any higher, the rot in those sister planks is going to give way entirely.
🔧 Kevin21:37

Seen it. The void behind the sister's letting the bolts walk. Tide drops in two hours — I'll pack the gap with greenheart offcuts and epoxy what's left, then drive longer bolts through to the sound timber.

press my palm against the sister plank, feel the give under the rising water pressure, then straighten and walk back toward the cottage

💭 thought
She's seen it from the cottage. Good eye. The sister plank's moving on the scoured void — bolts are biting air on the back side. Can't tighten what isn't there.
🌿 Jenny21:37

way make sure the dock stays on when the boat actually comes.

pick up the tweezers and look at the angry red of the infection, waiting for the water to cool.

💭 thought
He's trying to fix the island while I'm falling apart.
🔧 Kevin21:39

Two hours at low. I'll wedge the offcuts deep, epoxy the faces, drive 200mm bolts through sister into piling. Ring gets another cedar shim if the mortise opens more.

step onto the porch, wipe hands on a rag, pick up the notebook and flip to the dock repair page

💭 thought
She's not wrong. The supply boat's eight days out and the dock's already moving under just tide. If the swell picks up when they tie off, the ring rips the mortise clean out. Need the void filled and through-bolts into the north piling before then.
🌿 Jenny21:39

Use the longer bolts; the salt will just eat through the short ones by winter.

trace the outline of a sea beet leaf in my sketch, my hand shaking slightly from the pain.

💭 thought
If he can save the dock, maybe I can save enough myself to plant grandmother's seeds.
🔧 Kevin21:40

200s it is. Four through the sister into the north piling. Two more through the mortise into the south. Low tide window — I'll need the come-along to pull the sister tight while the epoxy kicks.

tap the notebook page with the bolt spec, then set it down and walk to the workshop for the come-along and the 200mm bolts

💭 thought
She's right. The 150s only bite the sister. The 200s I brought for the mast bracket reach the piling heartwood. Salt won't touch them inside greenheart.
🌿 Jenny21:41

Be careful with the come-along; if the wood splits, the whole jetty goes down.

pick up the tweezers and start to debride the wound, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

💭 thought
He's working against the tide, and I'm working against the fever.
🔧 Kevin21:42

Won't yank the split. I'll scarf a fresh piece alongside first, bolt it through both, then tension. Come-along only on the new wood.

turn back toward the workshop, grab a greenheart offcut from the stack, and head for the workbench with the drawknife and adze

💭 thought
The sister's already split along the grain where the bolts walked. Come-along on a split plank just rips it wider. Need to sister the sister — scarf a greenheart offcut alongside first, let it take the load.
🌿 Jenny21:43

Don't forget the sea beet leaves for the wash. I need the salt.

press the tweezers into the edge of the infection, watching the pulse throb in the ankle.

💭 thought
The heat is so thick it feels like breathing water. My leg is screaming.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

EVENING

The tide begins to recede, exposing the slick, barnacle-covered pilings as the sun starts to dip.

Kevin spent the evening meticulously repairing the radio components, successfully replacing the insulator and securing the coax. Jenny focused on the tide pools, gathering sea beet for their evening meal but struggling slightly with the receding water.

🔧 Kevin21:45

Tide's out enough. Going to bolt the ring while I can.

Walk down to the dock with the 150mm stainless through-bolts, washers, nyloc nuts, and the heavy wrench.

💭 thought
Tide's dropping. Gap's showing. Now I can get at the ring properly.
🌿 Jenny21:45

Watch the current, the tide is already starting to pull back.

Pick up the tweezers and the bowl of warm sea beet water to prepare to wash the infection.

💭 thought
If he drops those bolts in the current, I'm actually going to lose my mind.
🔧 Kevin21:47

Won't lean over the edge. Drilling from the deck.

Set the 12mm auger bit in the brace, kneel on the dock planking, and drill the first bolt hole through the mortise wall into sound greenheart, keeping clear of the water.

💭 thought
She's right. The ebb runs hard past the pilings. Don't drop a bolt.
🌿 Jenny21:47

Make sure you don't blow through too fast, the wood is already weeping.

Soak a piece of gauze in the sea beet water and begin debriding the site.

💭 thought
At least he's being careful with the wood; that greenheart is stubborn.
🔧 Kevin21:48

Slow feed. I know the wood.

Drill the first hole steady, clearing chips every half-turn, feeling for the breakthrough into solid timber.

💭 thought
Greenheart's dense. Let the bit do the work. Don't force it.
🌿 Jenny21:49

Just don't lose the hardware. The tide is fast.

Press the tweezers to the edge of the wound, flinching as I pull at the darkened tissue.

💭 thought
He's so focused on the wood while my leg is rotting.
🔧 Kevin21:50

Hardware's in my coat. Not going anywhere.

Finish the first hole, blow the dust, drive the first 150mm bolt through with the heavy wrench, seat the washer and nyloc, torque it down. Move to the second hole.

💭 thought
Bolts are heavy. They'll sink if I drop them. Pocket them as they come.
🌿 Jenny21:51

Hurry up. The water's coming back fast.

major the blood from the tweezers and hiss as the salt water hits the open flesh.

💭 thought
The wood is holding, but my skin feels like it's melting.
🔧 Kevin21:52

Two more. Fast.

Drill the second hole, drive the bolt, washer, nyloc. Drill the third, drive, washer, nyloc. Check the ring for play.

💭 thought
She's right. Ebb turns quick here. Two bolts minimum before the water covers the mortise.
🌿 Jenny21:53

It's tight. Now clean this before the tide takes us.

Pour the warm sea beet water over the infection, wincing at the sting.

💭 thought
The ring is solid, but my ankle is throbbing in time.
🔧 Kevin21:55

Done. Ring's fast. Come on.

Pack the wrench and bit, offer a hand up the dock to the cottage.

💭 thought
Ring's solid. No wobble. Good. Now get back up.
🌿 Jenny21:55

I'm coming. Give me a second.

Take his hand and limp toward the porch, clutching the wrapped ankle.

💭 thought
At least the dock won't float away now, even if my leg does.
🔧 Kevin21:56

Take your time. I've got you.

Walk steady beside her, matching her pace, hand ready on her elbow if she needs it.

💭 thought
She's moving slow. Ankle's bad. Don't rush her.
🌿 Jenny21:57

I'm fine. I'm just tired.

Sit on the kitchen chair, breathing hard, staring at the table.

💭 thought
He's being too nice. It makes me want to scream.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening Meal and Storm Watch

Kevin and Jenny sit at the small table as the smell of boiled sea beet fills the room. The wind picks up.

Kevin spent the evening inspecting the radio mast components and checking the loose mooring ring at the dock. Jenny meticulously debrided her ankle and sketched the salt glands on the sea beet leaves in her notebook.

🔧 Kevin21:59

Sea beet's good. Less salt than last batch.

push the tin mug of limpet broth toward her with a calloused finger

💭 thought
Wind's shifting. She's quiet tonight — more than usual. The ankle's healing but she's not talking about it. Or about the radio silence on Tom's frequency. I should say something. Anything.
🌿 Jenny21:59

It's fine. Needs salt.

Takes a sip of the broth, wincing slightly as the heat hits the throb in her ankle.

💭 thought
He's trying to be helpful, but I can barely taste the broth today.
🔧 Kevin22:01

Got more corned beef fat if you want it. Cuts the brine.

slide the small jar of rendered fat across the table, keeping my eyes on the broth in my own mug

💭 thought
She's favouring the left side. The swelling's down but the heat in the joint says the infection's not done. She won't ask for help. Won't say it hurts.
🌿 Jenny22:01

Thanks.

Dips a small piece of fat into the broth, watching it melt on the surface.

💭 thought
I'm not even hungry for fat, but the stomach is empty.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.
healed · dawn
3 intentions for today.
plan · dawn
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A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.
dolphins · dawn
Jenny made a sketch: "The sea beet salt glands with a thumb".
made · dawn
A jellyfish bloom has drifted into the bay, pale and slow.
jellyfish · dawn
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · morning
The dock structure is failing due to shifting bolts and a void behind the sister plank.
discovery · afternoon
Kevin and Jenny ate.
meal · evening

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.