Day 521
The Tide and the Torch
Jenny sat on the steps soaking her ankle in salt water as Kevin watched the high tide approach the dock pilings. The tide was receding rapidly, exposing tide pools. Kevin had secured the dock mooring with a greenheart shim and oak wedges, then returned to prepare food. He brought Jenny a skillet of hot limpets; the smell of salt and sea-meat filled the air as the tide continued to drop. Kevin inspected the mooring ring and found it secure. Jenny treated her ankle with a sea beet poultice and began sketching the receding tide line. They ate limpet broth but remained hungry, and Jenny’s ankle showed no improvement.
Jenny sat on the steps soaking her ankle in salt water as Kevin watched the high tide approach the dock pilings. The tide was receding rapidly, exposing tide pools. Kevin had secured the dock mooring with a greenheart shim and oak wedges, then returned to prepare food. He brought Jenny a skillet of hot limpets; the smell of salt and sea-meat filled the air as the tide continued to drop. Kevin inspected the mooring ring and found it secure. Jenny treated her ankle with a sea beet poultice and began sketching the receding tide line. They ate limpet broth but remained hungry, and Jenny’s ankle showed no improvement.
At midday, Kevin reinforced the mooring lines while Jenny tried to dry the seed tin and monitor the tank leak—no record exists of that stretch. In the afternoon, the tide rose, lapping at the reinforced pilings. Damp wood smelled heavy in the cottage as the tank overflow seeped into the sill. Jenny nursed warm limpet broth on the porch while Kevin watched the water creep ashore.
In the evening, the tide reached the dock’s lower edge. Kevin and Jenny worked at the old shrine to address the tank leak: Kevin used a propane torch to dry the saturating sill for epoxy, while Jenny managed the overflow channel to prevent foundation erosion. As the sun set, the epoxy set and the tide began to recede. Kevin walked with Jenny to the cottage porch, then returned to the shrine to listen to the tide. Jenny reapplied a sea beet poultice, checked the tank for leaks, and dried the seed tin by the stove. They ate limpets on the porch as night fell.
Scenes
the keeper's cottage · dawnMorning Inspection and Tide Observation
Jenny sits on the steps while soaking her ankle in a basin of salt water. Kevin stands by the railing, watching the high tide as it approaches the dock pilings. The light onshore breeze carries the scent of salt toward the dry garden.
The tide is receding rapidly, leaving the tide pools exposed as the air pressure falls. Kevin has secured the dock mooring with a greenheart shim and oak wedges to handle the strain, then returned to the cottage to prepare food for Jenny.
The water is coming higher than it did yesterday.
Jenny winces as the salt hits the skin, sketching the way Edge of the inflammation in the margin of her notebook.
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I'll check the mooring ring now — it's taking more strain than yesterday. Stay off the dock until I've secured it. I'll bring you limpets as soon as they're ready.
walk to the dock, inspect the mooring ring for movement, tighten any loose bolts with the wrench, insert oak wedges if needed, then return to the cottage to cook the limpets.
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Just be careful, the wood is soft near the bolts.DO: Jenny pulls her leg out of the basin, the water revealing the angry purple sheen on her skin.
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I'm putting a shim under the north piling and wedging the ring. Won't take long. Then I'm coming back to cook those limpets — you need to keep your strength up.
fetch the greenheart shim and mallet, drive it under the north piling toe at the mortise, insert oak wedges into the dock mooring ring mortise while the ring is unloaded, drive them home with the mallet, then return to the cottage to limpet
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Don't stay out too long, the current is fast.
Jenny wraps her ankle in a clean cloth, her fingers trembling as she ties the knot.
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I won't be long. Shim and wedges only — then I'm back with the limpets. Keep the cloth tight and elevate if you can.
drive the greenheart shim under the north piling toe with the mallet, insert two oak wedges into the mooring ring mortise, drive them home with the mallet until snug, then return to the cottage to cook the limpets.
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Be careful. The wood looks like wet cardboard today.
Jenny leans back against the cottage wall, watching the water lap at the porch steps.
💭 thought
I'm setting the shim and wedges now — it'll hold till low tide. Then I'm straight back with the limpets. Keep your ankle up and the poultice moist if you can.
drive the greenheart shim under the north piling toe, insert two oak wedges into the dock mooring ring mortise, drive them home with the mallet until the ring doesn't shift under hand pressure, then return to the cottage, light the stove, a
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the keeper's cottage · morningMORNING
Kevin brings the skillet of hot limpets to Jenny. The smell of salt and sea-meat fills the air as the tide continues to drop toward low ebb.
Kevin inspected the dock mooring ring and found it secure despite the falling tide. Jenny treated her ankle with a sea beet poultice and began sketching the receding tide line. Both ate limpet broth and remained hungry, with Jenny’s ankle showing no improvement.
Thank you. Is there any water in the pot?
Takes a limpet with a fork, wincing as she shifts her weight off the left ankle.
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Yeah, there’s broth left. I’ll pour you some.
pour water from the pot into Jenny’s tin mug and hand it to her.
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Thanks.
Sips the warm broth, eyes tracking the receding water on the horizon.
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I’m going to check the dock mooring. Low tide’s the time to see if it’s holding.
walk to the dock, kneel at the mooring ring, and inspect the oak wedges and steel doubler plate for movement or gap.
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Be careful, the rocks are slick with algae.
Sets the mug down on the table and reaches for her sketchbook, wanting to draw the exposed tide line.
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I’ll go slow. Thanks for the warning.
step onto the dock, testing each plank for slickness, then move to the mooring ring and press firmly on the steel doubler plate to check for shift in the mortise.
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Watch for any gaps where the wood looks soft.
Opens the notebook and begins to sketch the jagged edge of the receding tide pools as they emerge.
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No gaps. The wedges are tight, the plate’s flush. It’s holding.
run my hand along the seam between the doubler plate and the dock timber, feeling for any movement or softness in the wood, then stand and test the ring by pulling sideways on the mooring line with both hands.
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the dock · middayMidday work and the first signs of strain
Kevin is at the dock reinforcing the mooring lines; Jenny is at the keeper's cottage trying to dry the seed tin and monitor the tank leak.
No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.
Jenny — open the tin and use a pencil to gently separate the clumped seeds onto a piece of paper to air-dry.
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Kevin — lift the damp dock planks near the waterline and prop them up with scrap timber to allow airflow underneath
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Jenny — unroll the poultice from my own to check for new red streaks.
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Kevin — wait and watch the lifted planks, letting the wind and sun dry them out for a few minutes before lowering them back into place
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No, not yet.
Press two fingers to the skin above the ankle to check the extent of the swelling.
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Kevin — continue to let the lifted dock planks air-dry in the breeze, checking them occasionally for moisture underneath
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the keeper's cottage · afternoonA Quiet Stretch
Back at the cottage.
The tide is steadily rising, lapping at the base of the reinforced dock pilings. Inside the cottage, the smell of damp wood is heavy as the tank overflow continues to seep into the sill. Jenny sits on the porch, nursing the warm mug of limpet broth while Kevin watches the water creep further up the shore.
I’m cooking limpets. I’ll bring them to you when they’re done.
cook limpets: simple boiled limpets with sea beet and mint poultice on the side
💭 thought
Don't overcook the salt.
Lean heavily against the kitchen table, rubbing the swollen area while watching the steam rise from the pot.
💭 thought
I won’t. Just a few minutes more.
stir the pot gently, then lift the lid to check doneness after 90 seconds of simmering
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Just make sure they're hot.
Pull out a chair and sit slowly, wiping a smudge of dirt from my fingernail.
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They’ll be hot. I’ll take them straight to you.
turn off the stove, ladle limpets and broth into a tin mug, carry it to the porch and set it down beside Jenny’s chair without a word
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Thanks, Kevin.
Reach for the mug, my fingers trembling slightly as I take a cautious sip of the warm broth.
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You’re welcome. I’ll be right here if you want more.
sit on the porch step beside her, silent, watching the tide roll in against the dock pilings
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I'm okay for now.
way my head back against the whitewashed stone of the way, watching the water reclaim the shore.
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the old shrine · eveningRising Tide and Silent Rot
The tide reaches the lower edge of the dock. The sound of water lapping against the wood grows as the salt air permeates the cottage interior.
Kevin and Jenny work at the old shrine to address the water tank leak as the tide rises. Kevin uses a propane torch to dry the saturating sill so the epoxy can bond, while Jenny manages the overflow channel to prevent the water from further eroding the foundation.
The tide is higher than yesterday.
Take a slow, painful sip of the remaining broth, wincing as the movement jars the throbbing in my ankle.
💭 thought
I'll check the tank overflow again. Maybe I can divert it before it eats the sill.
walk to the water tank, inspect the overflow channel and the sill where water's seeping in
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Be careful, the wood there is getting soft.
Watch him from the doorway, my fingers tracing the rough sketch of a sea beet in my notebook to keep my hands from shaking.
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I know. I'll try to keep the water off it as long as I can. Might need to pull back the overflow and let it drain elsewhere.
kneel at the tank overflow, clear debris from the channel, and use my hands to feel how far the water has wicked into the sill timber
💭 thought
Don't push too hard on the sill, it's likely to give way.
Lean against the doorframe, shifting my weight off the infected ankle while I watch him work.
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I won't load it. Just clearing the way so water can run free, not pool.
gently remove loose, rotted fibers from the sill's edge with my fingers, then lay a flat stone to guide overflow away from the foundation, watching for shifts in the wood as I work
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The stone might help, but the saturation is still deep in.
Rub my thumb over the throbbing ankle, trying to ignore the heat radiating from the skin.
💭 thought
I'll try to stop the leak at the source. If I can seal the tank seam, less water gets in the ground.
return to the water tank, inspect the seam where it's weeping, and dry the area with a rag before applying fresh epoxy to the crack, holding my breath to see if it takes this time
💭 thought
The surface is too damp, it might just peel off once dry.
Watch his hands, my own grip tightening around the pencil in my own.
💭 thought
I'll dry it proper this time. Torch the seam, then seal while it's hot.
fetch the propane torch from the workshop, return to the tank, and carefully flame the weeping seam to drive out moisture before brushing on the last of the epoxy
💭 thought
Be careful with the flame, the wood is already so soft.
Watch the smoke rise, the smell of charred cedar and salt filling the air.
💭 thought
I'll go quick and low. Just enough to take the damp off the surface.
pass the torch lightly along the seam, watching for darkening or smoke, then immediately wipe the area with a dry rag and apply epoxy to the crack, pressing it in with my thumb to work it into the grain
💭 thought
If that holds, it might buy us time until the boat.
Shift my weight, the throb in my ankle pulsing in time with the waves.
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If it seals, it'll help. But we need to get that ankle seen. I'll radio for advice after dark—see if they can walk us through draining it. If it seals, it'll help. But we need to get that ankle seen. I'll radio for advice after dark—see if they can walk us through draining it.
wait for the epoxy to set, then gently test the seam with my fingertip to see if it's tacky or firm, listening for any renewed seepage from the tank wait for the epoxy to set, then gently test the seam with my fingertip to see if it's tacky
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the old shrine · nightEvening Night at the Shrine
You and Jenny stand by the tank as the sun sets, the epoxy is set, and the tide finally begins to turn its slow recede.
Kevin walked with Jenny to the cottage porch and returned to the shrine tank to listen to the tide. Jenny treated her ankle with a sea beet poultice and checked the water tank for leaks before drying the seed tin by the stove. Both rested and ate limpets on the porch as night fell.
It's holding. For now.
wipe the salt from my eyes with a gritty forearm and lean heavily against the stone wall of the tank.
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"Yeah. For now." (I nod, voice low, eyes on the darkening water where it meets the stone.)
I push off the wall, turn toward the cottage, and start walking — slow, deliberate — carrying the empty limpet pot back to rinse and set by the stove.
💭 thought
I'll check the tank one last time before bed.
limp toward the cottage, shifting my weight to the good leg to dull the fire in my knee.
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"I’ll walk with you. Just to the door." (I fall into step beside her, matching her pace, shoulder brushing hers when she stumbles.)
I walk Jenny to the cottage porch, then turn and head back to the tank — not to check it again, but to stand in the quiet where the tide’s pulling back, listening to the water retreat from the stones.
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What changed
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