Day 496

Mount’s solid. No play. But I’ll pull the prop shaft sleeve again at low tide—see if it’s walking.

Hand Jenny the limpets from the bucket, still warm, wrapped in a clean cloth.

I’ll pull it now, while it’s cool. Want me to rinse the bucket after? Salt’s not helping the wound.

Stand, walk to the dinghy, and begin loosening the prop shaft nut with the heavy wrench.

You’re up early. Tide’s running high. Let’s get the wedges reseated before it pins the dinghy under.

Walk to the mooring ring with the crowbar and a fresh oak wedge, kneel in the damp sand, and begin prying the ring loose to inspect the mortise.

(Without looking up, voice low) I know. But if I don’t try to hold it, what’s left? The boat’ll pound itself apart on the pilings in the next blow.

Continue working the crowbar to loosen the mooring ring, then clear debris from the mortise with gloved hands, preparing to test the depth and alignment before setting a new wedge.

(Pause, then soft) I’ll make it hold. But after… let’s sit in the shade. I’ll boil some limpets. You rest your ankle. We don’t have to fix anything right now.

Finish clearing the mortise, then select a fresh, dense oak wedge—tap it in gently with the mallet, seat it true, and check for play by rocking the mooring ring by hand.

(Quiet, steady) Salt’s heating on the stove. I’ll bring the basin down when it’s ready. You stay off that leg. I’ve got the ring.

Stand, wipe my hands on my trousers, and walk toward the cottage to check the limpet broth and prepare the saltwater soak for Jenny’s ankle.

Tide’s pushing past the marks. You sure you want to do this now?

Hand Jenny the basin, set it down where the planks are just wet, step back to watch the water creep.

You know it’s making it worse. Let me wrap it in the mint poultice again, keep it dry till the tide drops.

Kneel beside her, take the tweezers gently, lift her ankle out of the water, pat it dry with the clean gauze, then spread the mint poultice over the swelling and wrap it with the fabric strips.

I’ll check it with you every hour. If it moves, we cut the poultice, soak it in vinegar, and hit it with the antibiotic cream. No salt after this.

Finish wrapping the ankle snug but not tight, tuck the end under, then take the basin back to the cottage to dump it where the sand’s dry. Return with the antibiotic cream and a fresh gauze square, sit beside her on the bench.

I’ll set the timer on the radio for sixty minutes. When it chimes, we look. No arguing.

Pull out the wind-up timer from the shelf, set it for sixty minutes, place it where we both can see it, then open Jenny’s seed tin just enough to see the labels—tomato, pepper, basil—nod, and close it again. Wait.

I'll run to the spring and back before the tide turns. Hold the poultice off—I'll bring clean water and we'll flush it proper.

walk to spring, fill bucket with fresh water, return to cottage porch

Nearly there. Keep it elevated. I'll be back in two minutes.

sprint along the path, skid slightly on wet grass, bucket swinging, arrive at cottage porch, set bucket down, kneel beside Jenny's ankle

Here. I'll pour slow from the top, let it run down and out. Tell me if it burns.

lift Jenny's foot gently, pour spring water steadily over the wound, flush from ankle downward, watch for debris or pus to carry away with the water

Almost clear. Keep the leg up. I won't stop till it runs clean.

continue pouring spring water over the wound, flush for another thirty seconds, then pause to inspect the runoff and the ankle skin beneath it

It's flushed. Now we wrap it light and keep it up. Let's see if the tension eases in ten minutes.

retrieve clean gauze from first-aid kit, begin wrapping Jenny's ankle loosely in a figure-eight, starting just above the wound and working down, ensuring circulation isn't cut off

Ten minutes. I'll keep the water hot nearby in case we need to soak it again. You tell me the second it changes.

sit beside Jenny on the porch bench, keep her ankle elevated on my knee, monitor the pulse in her foot and the tension in the wrap, watch the sky for any sign of the rain returning

Broth’s ready. Taste it when you can.

hand Jenny the mug of limpet broth, sit on the bench beside her, shoulder nearly touching, stare out at the darkening tide pools.

Kevin — keep sitting, eyes on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, let the quiet hold us both.

Storm’s coming. I’ll secure the lines after.

stand slowly, place a hand on Jenny’s shoulder — light, just to let her know I’m there — then walk to the door, pull on my oilskin, and step into the first heavy drops of rain.

Kevin — hurry back inside, snatch the letter from under the floorboard, tuck it into my oilskin pocket, then grab the radio mic and press the transmit button — just long enough to send a burst of static into the empty frequency, a signal that says:

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Kevin — shut the cottage door behind me, hang the oilskin on the peg, and sit back down on the bench beside Jenny — close enough that our shoulders touch, quiet enough that the rain on the roof is the only voice we need right now.

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Kevin — cradle the warm mug in both hands, let the heat spread into my palms, and rest my forehead lightly against the cool glass of the window — eyes closed, listening to the rain, feeling Jenny’s presence beside me like an anchor in the dark.

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I’m here. Hold on—I’ll get the brace adjusted and see what’s leaking.

move to the porch door, pull the tarp edge tight, then go inside to fetch the ankle brace and adjust it while checking the shutter for the leak source.

I’ll hold it from the inside so it doesn’t rip. Just give me a sec.

brace the shutter with a spare two-by-four against the frame, then check the ankle brace tension and re-wrap it with clean gauze if needed.