Day 522

Dock Repairs and Salt Soaks

The fog clung to the water at dawn, hiding the lighthouse as Jenny sat on the dock planks, her swollen ankle submerged in a basin of salt water. Kevin leaned over the Yanmar engine in the dinghy, checking its vibration. As the fog lifted, he replaced two rotten dock planks with salvaged timber, though the fit was uneven. Jenny monitored his work before returning to tend her ankle wound.

At midday, Kevin tested the engine at half throttle and felt a faint vibration, then inspected the cottage sill leak. Jenny debrided her ankle infection with salt water and sketched the high-altitude sea beet morphology. A coconut crab had disturbed the garden overnight.

In the afternoon, Kevin monitored the water tank for signs of the previous leak holding under, while Jenny used the low tide to forage for sea beet specimens near the tide pool edges. The dry season wind rattled the palms as air pressure dropped.

By evening, heavy rain began to fall as they gathered inside the cottage. Kevin monitored the water tank for stability after the recent leak. Jenny prepared boiled limpets for their evening meal while the tide rose rapidly against the dock.

At night, they ate at the small table, the smell of salt and steam filling the room. The barometer continued its slow descent. The high tide lapped rhythmically against the reinforced dock pilings, submerging the lower garden rocks. Inside, the smell of drying sea beet and woodsmoke lingered as they prepared for another day before the boat arrived.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

Morning Fog and Salt

The thick fog obscures the lighthouse as the tide sits damp against the pilings. Jenny sits on the dock planks soaking her swollen ankle in a basin of salt water while Kevin checks the Yanmar engine's vibration on the dinghy.

The fog clings heavy to the water, obscuring the lighthouse and turning the world into a grey void. The tide is rising, lapping steadily against the dock pilings while Jenny sits on the edge, her foot submerged in the salt water, and Kevin leans over the Yanmar engine in the dinghy.

🌿 Jenny09:13

The engine's rattling, Kevin. Check the mounting bolts again before you push off.

Jenny winces as the salt hits the raw skin, then reaches for her notebook to sketch the rot pattern in the dock timber.

💭 thought

If this infection hits the bone before the boat comes, I won't be able to plant the grandmother's seeds.

🔧 Kevin09:15

I'll recheck the mount. Keep the soak warm—I'll be back before the tide turns.

Shut off the Yanmar, grab the wrench, and climb into the dinghy to inspect the mast bracket bolts and prop shaft alignment while Jenny continues her soak and sketching.

💭 thought

The vibration's worse than I thought—bolts are tight but the bracket's still skewed. Jenny's ankle's raw from the soak; she's documenting the dock decay like it's a blueprint for what's coming. I won't lie to her about the engine, but I won't let her see me hesitate.

🌿 Jenny09:15

Don't forget to check the clearance; the salt is eating the threads fast.

way dips her foot into the water and begins sketching the intricate, decaying veins of the sea beet leaf.

💭 thought

He thinks a wrench can fix the island, but the rot is in the wood from inside out.

🔧 Kevin09:17

Clearance checked. Bolts are clean—I'll re-torque them to 35Nm with the stainless shims. Won't push past idle till I'm sure.

Loosen each housing bolt, clean the threads with the wire brush, insert fresh 0.5mm stainless shim stock where worn, then retorque to 35Nm in sequence. Test for play in the prop shaft before moving to the throttle test.

💭 thought

She's right—corrosion's worse than I thought. Every bolt's a gamble now. She's sketching the beet leaf like it's a map of her own veins—detailed, quiet, accepting. I won't rush this. If the engine fails offshore, there's no coming back.

🌿 Jenny09:17

Make sure the shims are seated. The salt-air is too aggressive today.

Jenny presses the pencil to the damp paper, capturing the precise morphology of the sea much's salt location.

💭 thought

If he doesn't get it right, the vibration will shake the bolts loose before the boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin09:18

Shims are seated. I'll tap them home with the mallet before torquing—salt-air won't get a grip.

Tap each shim firmly into place with the mallet to ensure full seating, then retorque all Yanmar housing bolts to 35Nm in the correct sequence. Recheck for any movement in the mast bracket or prop shaft.

💭 thought

She's watching me work—no words, just the pencil on paper. The salt's getting into everything. I need to seat those shims right, or the vibration'll shake the bolts loose again. One miss and we're adrift.

🌿 Jenny09:19

Check the torque again. The vibration is already coming through the floorboards.

Jenny winces as she shifts her weight in the water, then focuses on drawing the salt-glands on the sea beet leaf.

💭 thought

If those bolts aren't seated, the whole assembly will shake itself apart before the supply boat.

🔧 Kevin09:20

I hear it. I'm pulling the engine off to check the mount—something's shifted. Stay in the water; it's helping.

Disconnect the fuel line, throttle cable, and cooling hose. Unbolt the engine mounts and carefully lift the Yanmar off the dinghy transom to inspect the engine bed, propeller shaft alignment, and mast bracket contact points for warping or s

💭 thought

She feels it through the wood—vibration's in the floorboards now. Not just the engine. It's in the whole dinghy. She's drawing the salt glands like they're the only thing keeping her grounded. I can't ignore this. If I push off now, I might not make it back.

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the dock · morning

DAWN at the dock

The fog begins to lift slightly as the tide continues its ascent, revealing the first faint outline of the lighthouse.

Kevin replaced two rotten dock planks with salvaged timber, though the fit was slightly uneven. Jenny monitored the work and then tended to her ankle wound.

🔧 Kevin09:20

Jenny, I’m putting the limpets on now. I’ll be back in ten minutes to check your ankle and then hit the dock.

walk to the cottage porch, light the stove, place the handful of fresh limpets in the pot with a splash of seawater, turn the flame to medium.

💭 thought

The fog’s lifting just enough to see the lighthouse — feels like a sign, but I don’t trust signs anymore. Jenny’s ankle’s still bad, and the sill’s weeping again. I need to get those limpets on the stove before they spoil, then check the dock planks — two are rotten, and the supply boat’s due in two days. Can’t let her wait.

🌿 Jenny09:23

Don't overcook them, they'll be like rubber.

Submerge the ankle in the salt water, wince, and sketch the rot pattern on the dock plank in the notebook.

💭 thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the tide hitting the pilings; I need to get this infection under before the boat comes.

🔧 Kevin09:23

Two minutes, Jenny. I’ll pull them when they curl. Then I’m down to the dock — those planks can’t wait.

stand by the stove, watch the limpets closely, ready to lift them the second their edges start to twist.

💭 thought

She’s right — limpets go from tender to shoe leather in a heartbeat. I’ll watch the pot close. Her ankle’s in the water again — salt’s cleaning it, but it’s not enough. That sketch in the notebook… she’s tracking the rot like it’s a wound. Maybe she sees the dock failing the way she feels her body failing. I’ll cook them fast, then get to those planks before the tide lifts them loose.

🌿 Jenny09:24

Just bring the pot down.

Lift the foot out of the water and carefully pat it dry with a scrap of cloth.

💭 thought

He's obsessing over the planks again. The wood is rotting, but I'm the one actually decomposing.

🔧 Kevin09:24

Pot’s coming down. Limpets are ready — just pulled them.

lift the pot from the stove, carry it to the porch steps, set it down beside Jenny where she’s sitting, then sit beside her without speaking, waiting for her to take the first one.

💭 thought

She’s drying her foot careful — not wanting to irritate it further. Smart. Salt helps, but it’s not healing. She’s telling me to bring the pot down — no fanfare, just food and presence. I’ll do that. Then the dock. Those planks are spongy where the tide’s been working them — if one gives way underfoot, it’s a bad fall onto timber or into the drink. I’ll eat with her, then fix it proper.

🌿 Jenny09:26

Thanks.

Reach into the pot and pick out a limpet, chewing it slowly while looking out toward the lighthouse.

💭 thought

He's hovering. I can feel him watching me, waiting for me to be 'okay'.

🔧 Kevin09:26

I’m heading to the dock now. I’ll shout if I need a hand passing timber.

stand from the porch step, brush off my trousers, walk down toward the dock, eyes on the two rotting planks near the end where the jetty meets the open water.

💭 thought

She said thanks — quiet, but real. She’s eating slow, watching the lighthouse emerge from the fog. I don’t know what she’s thinking — if she sees hope, or just the sweep of the light marking another hour passed. My hands are clean, the limpets are gone, and the dock’s still waiting. I can’t sit here forever, even if I want to. The tide’s still coming in. I’ll go now, while the light’s good.

🌿 Jenny09:29

Be careful with the weight.

Finish the limpet, close the notebook, and stand up slowly, favoring the ankle.

💭 thought

If those planks go, the dinghy is lost to the tide. I need to check them before the boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin09:29

I’ll take it easy. Just swapping the bad ones — no heavy lifting.

kneel at the dock end, pry up the first rotten plank with the crowbar, slide it clear, then measure and cut a replacement from the salvaged timber using the saw, test-fit it before securing.

💭 thought

She’s standing — favoring the ankle, but she’s up. That’s more than she’s done in days. “Be careful with the weight” — not just about the planks. She’s worried I’ll strain myself, or worse, that I’ll push too hard and break something I can’t fix. I’ll move slow. I’ll shore it right. Not for the boat. For her.

🌿 Jenny09:30

Make sure it's flush with the joist, Kevin.

Limp toward the edge of the dock and watch his alignment with a critical eye.

💭 thought

He's moving too fast. If he doesn't check the seating of that plank, the first heavy step from the supply boat will just kick it right back out.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

Midday Observations

Kevin is at the keeper's cottage and Jenny is at the north cliffs.

Kevin tested the Yanmar engine at half throttle and felt a faint vibration, then inspected the cottage sill leak. Jenny debrided her ankle infection with salt water and sketched the high-altitude sea beet morphology. A coconut crab disturbed the garden overnight.

🌿 Jenny09:33

Jenny — make sketch: sea beet morphology-high-altitude variant

💭 thought

The infection is throbbing in time with the waves; I need to get that salt water soak done before it gets properly angry.

🔧 Kevin09:34

Kevin — slowly advance the throttle to half, hand braced on the gunwale, eyes closed, feeling for the tremor in the block through my palm.

💭 thought

The engine’s quiet now, but I know that vibration will creep back in past half throttle—just enough to feel it in the bones if you’re listening. I’ve tuned it, trued the shaft, bedded the mount. Still, something’s off. Maybe it’s not the engine at all. Maybe it’s the silence between us, finally showing up in the metal.

🌿 Jenny09:37

Jenny — close notebook and stand up slowly, favoring the ankle.

💭 thought

My hand is shaking a bit, maybe the cold, or just the hunger. These plants are tougher than I am today.

🔧 Kevin09:38

Kevin — cut the throttle, let the engine idle down, then wipe my hands on a rag and stare at the salt-crusted throttle cable like it owes me an answer.

💭 thought

No vibration. Clean as a whistle. The sleeve held, the shaft’s true, the mount’s tight. It’s not the engine. It never was. I keep looking for the fault in the iron when it’s been in the air all along—between her silence and my words that never left the throat.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Garden inspection and engine tuning

Kevin is at the keeper's cottage; Jenny is at the north cliffs

The dry season wind rattles the palms as the air pressure continues to drop. Kevin monitors the water tank for signs of the previous leak holding under, while Jenny uses the low tide to forage for sea beet specimens near the tide pool edges.

🔧 Kevin09:42

Kevin — walk toward the garden, noticing the disturbed soil and missing basil. You check the Yanmar’s prop shaft alignment by sighting along the stern bracket, then tighten the mounting bolts a quarter turn.

💭 thought

The basil’s gone — rat or crab? Doesn’t matter now. The prop shaft’s true, but the bracket’s still off just enough to hum. Tightened the bolts; vibration should drop. Jenny’ll want those limpets soon.

🌿 Jenny09:45

Jenny — make sketch: detailed morphology of sea beet salt glands on the cliffside.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if this storm hits before the boat comes, the garden is going to be lost to mud.

🔧 Kevin09:46

Kevin — rinse the limpets in seawater, then place them in the pot on the stove to boil.

💭 thought

The garden’s a mess — soil turned, basil snapped clean at the stem. Not wind. Rat’s been back, or maybe Jenny disturbed it checking on the poultice. Either way, the limpets are waiting. I’ll rinse them, boil quick, bring them up. No point staring at dirt.

🌿 Jenny09:49

Jenny — walk back toward the keeper's cottage.

💭 thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the wind; I need to check the salt water again before it gets cold.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

The Storm Breaches

Kevin and Jenny gather inside the cottage as the first heavy drops of rain hit the parched roof.

Kevin monitors the water tank for stability after the recent leak, noting the heavy evening air. Jenny prepares the boiled limpets for their evening meal while the tide begins to rise rapidly against the dock.

🌿 Jenny09:51

The barometer is dropping too fast. We need to check the tank for runoff again.

Jenny wipes the dampness off her notebook and moves the seed tin further from the draft of the window.

💭 thought

way, the heat is breaking, but if this storm is too heavy, the garden will be washed away before I can even plant.

🔧 Kevin09:53

I’ll check the tank joints and the overflow channel. Be back in ten.

walk out into the rain toward the back of the cottage, pulling my jacket tight, heading for the rain tank and its fittings.

💭 thought

The rain’s finally here, but the tank’s still low and the barometer’s falling — we’re in for a blow. I need to check the overflow and joints before it backs up or leaks again. Jenny’s right to worry; if the tank fails, we lose our buffer. I’ll go out in the rain, but not without telling her I’m going.

🌿 Jenny09:53

Watch your step on the rocks, they're getting slick!

Jenny watches him through the window, then begins soaking a clean cloth in salt water for her ankle.

💭 thought

He's going to get soaked, and the wind is picking up enough to peel the shingles off the roof.

🔧 Kevin09:54

I’m watching. (I call back without turning, voice low over the rain.)

step carefully across the wet stones toward the tank, testing each foothold before committing, hands ready to brace against the cottage wall if I slip.

💭 thought

The rocks are already treacherous — one slip and I’m down, useless. I’ll move slow, keep my weight low. Jenny’s tending her ankle again; she doesn’t complain, but I see how she favours it. I need to fix that sill leak for good this time, not just patch it.

🌿 Jenny09:55

Don't stay out too long, the tide is coming in!

Jenny presses the salt-soaked cloth to the angry skin, flinching as the sting hits the infection.

💭 thought

If he falls and breaks his wrist, I can't even get him back inside with this leg.

🔧 Kevin09:56

I won’t be long. Just checking the seams and the overflow.

reach the tank, run my hands along the joints and seams where the stone meets the plaster, feeling for soft spots or fresh damp, then trace the overflow channel to see if it’s clear or backing up.

💭 thought

The tide’s rising fast — if I’m not back soon, the water’ll be lapping at the tank’s base and the sill’s already weak. I need to check the joints quick, then get back to help her. That cloth’s soaked in salt — it’ll sting, but it’s clean. She’s tougher than she lets on.

🌿 Jenny09:57

Tell me if you see a crack, I can get the buckets!

Jenny bites her lip against the pain, watching him through the grey blur of the glass.

💭 thought

The water is moving too fast; if that tank overflows, we'll lose the whole foundation.

🔧 Kevin09:58

I’m looking now. I’ll tell you if I see anything.

press my fingers along the tank’s lower seam where it meets the stone plinth, feeling for movement or moisture, then inspect the overflow pipe’s outlet and the inner walls for hairline cracks or erosion.

💭 thought

She’s ready to act — buckets at the tank’s base if it’s leaking. I hate that she’s in pain and still thinking ahead. If there’s a crack, we’ll need to epoxy it fast before the rain washes it out. I’ll check thoroughly, then come back and tell her exactly what I see.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening Meal Prep

Kevin and Jenny meet at the small table as the smell of salt and steam fills the room. The barometer continues its slow descent on the wall.

The morning heat is already settling in, the dry air still and heavy at 28°C. The high tide has the water lapping rhythmically against the reinforced dock pilings and submerging the lower garden rocks. Inside the cottage, the smell of drying sea beet and woodsmoke lingers in the air as the pair prepares for another day before the boat arrives.

🌿 Jenny09:59

The boat should be here in two days if everything holds.

plates the boiled limpets and sets the table with a heavy hand.

💭 thought

The tide is coming in too fast today, and my ankle is throbbing in time with the waves. I can barely hold the pencil.

🔧 Kevin10:00

I’ll check the Yanmar one more time before dark. Make sure it’s smooth when we need it.

eat limpets slowly, watching Jenny’s face for any sign of relief.

💭 thought

Two days. That’s all we’ve got. The barometer’s dropping, the tank’s holding, and Jenny’s ankle’s still raw. I can’t fix time, but I can make sure the engine’s ready, the sill’s sealed, and she eats something warm.

🌿 Jenny10:01

Just be careful with the intake. The salt is high today.

picks up a limet with her fork, wincing as she shifts weight on her ankle.

💭 thought

If the engine fails, I'm stuck on this rock with an infection that won't stop eating my leg.

🔧 Kevin10:02

I’ll flush the intake with fresh water after I eat. Won’t let salt clog it.

finish my limpets, wipe my hands on my trousers, and push back from the table.

💭 thought

She’s pushing through the pain to eat. Salt’s high — means the spring’s running low, or the tide’s pulling more brine into the soil. Either way, the intake’s gotta be clear or we’ll suck grit into the Yanmar. I’ll check it after supper.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Rot pattern in the dock timber".

made · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Intricate, decaying veins of the sea beet leaf".

made · dawn

water tank management: 20%.

project · dawn

sea beet salt glands excrete visible crystals at mid-morning sun angle

discovery · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Rot pattern on the dock plank in the notebook".

made · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "sea beet morphology-high-altitude variant".

made · midday

A coconut crab has been at the garden overnight.

coconut_crab · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "detailed morphology of sea beet salt glands on the cliffside".

made · afternoon

A seabird chick has fallen from the cliff ledges.

chick_fallen · afternoon

water tank management: 30%.

project · afternoon

Sea beet morphology varies near the northern tide pools

discovery · afternoon

Jenny made a diagram: "The window".

made · evening

water tank management: 40%.

project · evening

shortwave aerial insulator: 0% (stalled).

project · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

A pod of dolphins passes close off the point.

dolphins · night

water tank management: 50%.

project · night

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