Day 655

Dock Repair and Sea Beet Study

Rain slowed to a drizzle at dawn. Kevin sat on the floorboards inspecting the Yanmar injector pump. "Pump's clean. Not the problem," he said. Jenny soaked her ankle in warm salt water, applying a fresh sea beet poultice. Kevin checked the motor bracket alignment under the dinghy with a feeler gauge, finding a significant variance at the heel. "Shaft's true. Two thou. Bracket's still the ghost," he said. "Three degrees at the heel. Greenheart shim, tapered, two through-bolts. Fix it before the boat comes." Jenny replied, "The shim's right there, but if the heel's worn we'll need another layer. Measure it against the gap." Kevin filed the shim to the hollow. "Coarse file first. Then the fine one. I'll sneak up on it." Jenny warned, "Don't take it too thin, we need that shim to hold under the vibration."

At the dock, Kevin inspected the engine and mooring rings. Jenny climbed the north ridge, documenting sea beet morphology. "The soil on the north ridge holds at 6.2—no limestone needed there. If the drainage stays clear, we can plant grandmother's seeds tomorrow morning," she said. "North ridge holds. Good." "It's more than just holding. It's stable."

As the tide rose against the south pilings, they assessed structural rot. Jenny marked a forty-inch span of sound timber. "The mortise is blown out past the inner bolt. Sister plate needs to span twenty inches minimum. I'll cut the greenheart tonight," Kevin said. "Twenty inches won't be enough if the core is pulpy." "Core's gone. We'll run the sister plate forty inches, bolt it through to sound wood below the mudline. Come-along can hold the piling while we drill." Jenny marked the extent of rot. "Sound wood at six inches below the mudline. I'll drive the pilot holes from the dinghy once the tide turns. You mark from the dock."

Evening brought no recorded conversation. At night, Kevin confirmed the shortwave aerial repair held and heated water. Jenny sketched sea beet morphology, noting the aerial must last until the supply boat arrives.

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the keeper's cottage · dawn

Post-Squall Assessment

The steady rain has slowed to a heavy drizzle as the wind howls from the west. Kevin sits on the floorboards inspecting the Yanmar injector pump components, while Jenny rests with her ankle soaked in a bucket of warm salt water.

Kevin spent the morning under the dinghy, checking the alignment of the motor bracket against the transom. He used a feeler gauge to measure the gap at the heel, finding a significant variance that required a shim. Jenny treated her ankle with a fresh sea beet poultice and wrapped it carefully while monitoring the rain.

🔧 Kevin00:41

Pump's clean. Not the problem.

wipe the delivery valves on a rag, set them on the bench in order, reach for the micrometer to check the prop shaft runout at the coupling

💭 thought

The injector pump's delivery valves are clean, the spring tension feels right. Vibration at half-throttle isn't the pump — it's downstream. Prop shaft alignment or that skewed mast bracket transmitting harmonics. Need to run it under load and watch the coupling.

🌿 Jenny00:44

The soil on the north ridge holds at 6.2—no limestone needed there. If the drainage stays clear, we can plant grandmother's seeds tomorrow morning.

Pour fresh seawater over the ankle wound, pat dry with clean cloth, prepare de-salting poultice from sea beet and mint leaves.

💭 thought

His certainty grates on me—he's so focused on the engine while my ankle burns and the seeds sit waiting in their tin. I need to check that soil pH before the storm hits, but first I have to get through this debride session without Kevin seeing me struggle.

🔧 Kevin00:44

North ridge holds. Good.

zero the micrometer, clamp it on the prop shaft flange, rotate the shaft by hand and watch the needle

💭 thought

She's planning tomorrow. That's good. The ankle's weeping clear — no pus, no spreading red line. The poultice is working. She's stronger than she lets on.

🌿 Jenny00:45

It's more than just holding. It's stable.

Apply the poultice to the ankle, wrap in a clean bandage, and watch the rain hit the window.

💭 thought

He makes it sound so simple, like just checking a box on a list. He doesn't see the work it took to find that patch.

🔧 Kevin00:46

Shaft's true. Two thou. Bracket's still the ghost.

set the micrometer down, pick up the 19mm wrench, crawl under the dinghy transom to check the mast bracket alignment with a straightedge

💭 thought

Stable. She chooses her words like she chooses seeds — precise. The shaft runout's barely two thou. Not the shaft. The bracket's still off true. Have to shim the mast step or the vibration comes back at load.

🌿 Jenny00:47

If the bracket is off, the whole rig will chatter when the wind picks up.

Trace the contour of the north ridge in the sketchbook, noting the exact drainage lines for the seeds.

💭 thought

He's always looking for ghosts in the machinery while I'm trying to find life in the dirt. My ankle is a lead weight.

🔧 Kevin00:48

Three degrees at the heel. Greenheart shim, tapered, two through-bolts. Fix it before the boat comes.

pull the straightedge away, fish the tapered greenheart shim from the offcut pile, hold it against the bracket heel to check the fit

💭 thought

She sees it. The bracket's heel is canted three degrees off the transom face — old spruce swelled uneven, epoxy didn't hold the doubler plate flat. The whole rig breathes wrong under sail load. Need a tapered greenheart shim under the heel, through-bolted. Have the stock. Have the drill. Just time and dry hands.

🌿 Jenny00:51

The shim's right there, but if the heel's worn we'll need another layer. Measure it against the gap. The shim's right there, but if the heel's worn we'll need another layer. Measure it against the gap.

Fetch the tapered greenheart shim from the offcut pile and check the bracket heel clearance. </think>THOUGHT: He's measuring angles and angles alone while my ankle throbs with every heartbeat.

💭 thought

He's measuring angles and angles alone while my ankle throbs with every heartbeat. The seeds are still in that rusted tin, waiting for soil that might not exist yet.

🔧 Kevin00:51

Heel's gouged. Gap varies. File the shim to the hollow.

pull the feeler gauge from the bench, slide blades into the gap at three points — toe, center, heel — read the numbers

💭 thought

She's right. The shim's tapered but the heel's gouged where the old bolts chewed into spruce. Gap's not uniform. Need to measure the hollow, not just the angle. File the shim to match or it rocks on the high spots.

🌿 Jenny00:53

If it's not flush, the vibration will shake the bolts loose within a week.

Sketch the cross-section of the bracket in the notebook, noting the wear pattern.

💭 thought

He sees a gap in the metal, I see a gap in my plans. My ankle is pulsing in time with the rain.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

Day 655 - Morning Prep

The rain continues to drum on the roof, and the water tank is nearing its capacity. The tide is receding, exposing the rocky floor near the dock.

Kevin spent the morning at the dock inspecting the Yanmar engine and checking the mooring rings for wear. Jenny climbed to the north ridge to continue her sea beet study and monitor the barometer. The air remains heavy and still as the wet season persists.

🌿 Jenny00:55

Almost full.

Walk to the back of the cottage to check the overflow valve.

💭 thought

If the tank overflows, I won't have to worry about the water for a while, but the garden will be washed out.

🔧 Kevin00:55

Kevin — crawl out from under the dinghy, wipe hands on trousers, pick up the greenheart shim and a file, sit on the dock planking to start shaping it

💭 thought

The gauge shows the heel gap is off by a hair — just enough to vibrate the bolts loose once the Yanmar's under load. Greenheart shim's the right call, dense and oil-resistant. Need to file it slow, test fit, file again. No rushing this.

🌿 Jenny00:57

Be careful with that wood, the greenheart is stubborn.

Lean against the rain tank and watch the water level rise through the glass.

💭 thought

He's working on the bracket again while I'm worried about the pH.

🔧 Kevin00:57

Coarse file first. Then the fine one. I'll sneak up on it.

clamp the greenheart shim in the bench vise, take up the coarse bastard file, start filing the taper slow and steady, checking the angle by eye every few strokes

💭 thought

She's right. Greenheart dulls files fast. I've got the coarse bastard file first, then the fine one for the last few thou. Better to sneak up on it.

🌿 Jenny00:59

Don't take it too thin, we need that shim to hold under the vibration.

way my way from the pocket and start drawing the morphology of the sea beet leaves I found yesterday.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the metal, he forgets the soil is turning acidic up there.

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the dock · midday

Midday Heat and Humidity

Kevin is at the dock while Jenny is on the north ridge.

Kevin spends the midday checking the dock integrity and the Yanmar engine's vibration after the recent repairs. Jenny focuses on the garden, documenting the sea beet morphology while monitoring her healing ankle in the stifling heat.

🌿 Jenny01:01

Stay still, Jenny. Just stay still.

Open the notebook and sketch the detailed morphology of the sea beet found near the ridge.

💭 thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the heat, and I need to finish this sketch before the weather actually breaks.

🔧 Kevin01:02

Kevin — crack the Yanmar mounting bolts loose one by one with the 19mm wrench, inspect each shank and thread for stress fractures or stretching, then retorque to spec.

💭 thought

The salt crust on the Yanmar's mounting bolts is thick — white bloom over rust. If the vibration's coming from the block itself, these bolts will show the stress first. Hairline fractures at the shank, stretched threads. I need to crack them loose and look.

🌿 Jenny01:07

Come on, move it.

Pack the notebook and pencils away and start the slow descent back toward the cottage.

💭 thought

The clouds are bruising the horizon now; that storm is coming in faster than the radio said.

🔧 Kevin01:08

Kevin — set the stretched bolt aside. Check the workshop for a spare 12mm hardened mounting bolt. If none, measure the hole for oversize tap.

💭 thought

Three bolts came clean. The fourth — aft starboard — the threads are galled. The bolt stretched. Micrometer shows 0.3mm elongation on the shank. That's the vibration source, or part of it. The block's moving under load because that mount isn't holding. Need a new bolt, hardened, and maybe a thicker washer to spread the load. Or drill and tap oversize if the hole's wallowed.

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the dock · afternoon

Rising tide and afternoon heat

The tide is coming quickly against the south pilings. The grey sky shows no sign of breaking.

Kevin and Jenny assess the structural rot of the south dock as the tide rises. Jenny marks a forty-inch span where the timber is still solid, and Kevin agrees to sister the plate down to the sound wood below the mudline using the come-along to stabilize the piling.

🔧 Kevin01:11

Kevin — walk the dock to the south pilings, inspect the mortise movement at waterline, then fetch the greenheart offcuts and 150mm stainless through-bolts from the stack.

💭 thought

South pilings taking the tide hard. Mortise movement on the starboard side — saw it shift at the last spring tide. If the barometer holds at 977 rising, we've got a window before the next low to sister them proper. Need the greenheart offcuts and the long bolts.

🌿 Jenny01:11

The wood is too soft, Kevin. It won't hold the next surge.

Close the way and stand up, wincing as the ankle flares, then walk toward the dock.

💭 thought

He's trying to fix the pilings again, but the rot goes too deep for just bolts.

🔧 Kevin01:12

Sit down, Jen. I'll check the pilings. You've done the looking.

Step between her and the dock edge, one hand on her elbow to guide her back toward the cottage. "I'll drill the pilot holes from the dinghy at slack. The brace and bit reaches.

💭 thought

She's right about the softness — the rot goes deeper than the surface shows. But she shouldn't be walking on that ankle, not on uneven dock planks with the tide pushing. The flare in her face tells me the poultice isn't holding the inflammation down like it was.

🌿 Jenny01:13

I'm not a child, Kevin. I need to see where the wood is failing.

Pull my arm away from his grip and step own the rotten dock planks.

💭 thought

He thinks I'm fragile because the ankle is throbbing.

🔧 Kevin01:14

Kevin — follow close behind her on the dock, testing each plank with my boot before she steps on it, ready to catch her if the wood fails or the ankle gives.

💭 thought

Stubborn as the sea. She's going to walk the rotten planks on a bad ankle because she needs to see it herself. The tide's pushing hard against the south pilings — if a plank gives, she goes in. I'm not letting that happen.

🌿 Jenny01:15

Stop that, I'm fine. Look at this gap on the south own.

Squat by the edge of the dock, ignoring the sharp pain in my ankle to touch the splintered wood.

💭 thought

He's hovering again. I need to see the rot for myself.

🔧 Kevin01:16

The mortise is blown out past the inner bolt. Sister plate needs to span twenty inches minimum. I'll cut the greenheart tonight.

Crouch beside her, not touching, eyes on the gap she's indicating. Measure the splintered mortise width with my thumb and forefinger, then glance at her ankle — swollen past the wrap, heat radiating through the cloth.

💭 thought

Gap at the south piling's mortise — she's found the splice line where the greenheart sister needs to seat. The rot's eaten back past the bolt holes. She's right about the failure point. She's also white-lipped and trembling, calling it fine.

🌿 Jenny01:17

Twenty inches won't be enough if the core is pulpy.

Reach out and press a thumb into the wood, feeling for how much it gives way.

💭 thought

If the wood goes, the dinghy goes with it. We need more than a plate.

🔧 Kevin01:18

Core's gone. We'll run the sister plate forty inches, bolt it through to sound wood below the mudline. Come-along can hold the piling while we drill.

Pull the brace and bit from my belt, hand it to her — an offering, not an order. "You want to mark the holes, or drill?"

💭 thought

She's testing the core rot with her thumb — same way I'd do it. The wood yields. Deep. Past the heartwood. Twenty inches won't catch solid timber. Need to go longer, or drive the sister plate deeper into the mudline with the come-along and bolt through sound wood below the rot line. Tide's still pushing. Her knuckles are white.

🌿 Jenny01:19

way inches. I'll mark them. I need to see exactly where the rot stops.

Take the bit and the pencil from my pocket, wincing as I shift weight away from the ankle.

💭 thought

He's right about the length. The wood is like wet cardboard here.

🔧 Kevin01:20

Sound wood at six inches below the mudline. I'll drive the pilot holes from the dinghy once the tide turns. You mark from the dock.

Hold the piling steady with one hand, the other hovering near her shoulder — not touching, ready. Watch her shift weight off the bad ankle, the way her breath catches.

💭 thought

Forty inches. She's going to crawl the length of that piling marking holes on a leg that can't take her weight. The rot line's visible at the mud — dark, wet, spongy. Sound wood starts maybe six inches down. She knows this. She's marking it anyway because she needs to be the one who sees it.

🌿 Jenny01:21

I have it. Just make sure the boat doesn't drift while you're under.

Press the pencil to the grey wood, marking the forty-inch span where the timber still feels solid.

💭 thought

He's always watching for me to fail, but I won't. Not today.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening at the cottage

The air remains heavy and still as the sun begins to dip. You and Jenny meet on the porch to discuss the plan for tomorrow's dock work.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin01:22

South piling first. Sister the plate down to sound wood below the mudline — forty inches Jenny marked. Come-along on the north piling to take the load while we bolt. Two hours at low tide, maybe three before the water comes back over the mortise.

lean against the porch rail, arms folded, watching the tide line drop on the dock pilings

💭 thought

The tide's turning early tomorrow. Need the south piling sistered before the afternoon surge hits. Greenheart's staged, come-along's tested. Jenny's ankle held today but she'll want to be out there. Have to make the call on whether she stays on the porch.

🌿 Jenny01:23

Right. I'll get the heavy wrenches ready.

Look out toward the garden, my jaw tightening as the pain throbs in my ankle.

💭 thought

He's talking about bolts and tides while the garden is literally being eaten alive.

🔧 Kevin01:24

Wrenches are in the shed. I'll stage the greenheart and the 150mm bolts tonight. You stay off it until then.

turn toward the cottage door, pause with hand on the frame

💭 thought

She's pushing through it. The throb's worse than she's letting on — seen her favor it all afternoon. But she'll be at the dock tomorrow regardless. Better to plan for her there than pretend she won't.

🌿 Jenny01:25

I'll check the tank first.

way on the porch step, watching the shadows stretch over the half-weeded garden.

💭 thought

He thinks I can just turn off the pain like the shortwave radio.

🔧 Kevin01:26

It's full.

step inside the kitchen, pull the kettle from the hook, set it on the stove without lighting it

💭 thought

Tank's fine — 397 litres, barely touched. She knows that. She's stalling, giving herself a reason to move before the light goes. Let her.

🌿 Jenny01:27

I know.

walk toward the back of the cottage, limping slightly, avoiding the overgrown patch.

💭 thought

Everything is full except the garden and the space in my head.

🔧 Kevin01:28

Kevin — strike a match, light the stove, wait for the kettle to heat

💭 thought

She walked the ridge at 1400 in forty-knot wind. Now she limps to check a tank she knows is full. Stubborn as the dock rot.

🌿 Jenny01:29

Don't be late tomorrow.

walk to the rain tank, run a hand flat against the cold plastic to hear the level.

💭 thought

397 litres. Enough for a week, but not enough for the fear.

🔧 Kevin01:30

I won't.

pour hot water into the tin mugs, set one on the porch rail for her, cradle the other against the chill creeping off the stone

💭 thought

Never late. The tide doesn't wait and neither do I.

🌿 Jenny01:31

I need to change the dressing.

step onto the porch, look down at the mangled earth where the crab was.

💭 thought

He doesn't see the tracks. He doesn't see the ruined seedlings.

🔧 Kevin01:32

Saline's on the shelf. Gauze behind it.

sip the hot water, let the steam rise against my face, listen for the sound of her moving inside

💭 thought

The crab's gone. She's looking at where it was, not the ankle. The gauze and antiseptic are on the kitchen shelf. She'll need the saline too — last of it.

🌿 Jenny01:33

I've got it.

sit on the porch step, peel the bandage back, wince at the red, angry skin.

💭 thought

The ankle is throbbing in time with the tide. Everything is heavy.

🔧 Kevin01:34

Looks cleaner than yesterday.

lean back against the doorframe, mug in hand, watching the last light bleed out of the sky over the garden

💭 thought

Red line hasn't spread past where I marked it in pen. Heat's local. The sea beet poultice is holding it. She's clean with it — no rush, no fumble. Hands steady despite the wince.

🌿 Jenny01:35

It's fine.

wipe the wound with a damp cloth, staring at the crab tracks in the dirt.

💭 thought

It's not clean. It's angry. And the garden is gone.

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the keeper's cottage · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin checked the shortwave radio and confirmed the aerial repair held, then heated water on the stove. Jenny sketched sea beet morphology at the table, noting the aerial must last until the supply boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin01:38

Kevin — walk to the kitchen shelf and check the shortwave radio's power and aerial connection

💭 thought

The cottage is quiet. Just the kettle sighing on the stove and the shortwave's low static. Jenny's asleep on the porch with the blanket pulled to her chin. Her ankle's wrapped clean. Good. I should check the radio schedule, then the tank level, then decide if the north piling gets the through-bolts tomorrow or if the tide window's gone.

🌿 Jenny01:39

The aerial is still the way, Kevin.

sit at the kitchen table and sketch the morphology of the sea beet leaves I found today.

💭 thought

He's checking the radio again. There's no signal coming through that cloud and salt.

🔧 Kevin01:40

Aye. Filed the ceramic, taped the seal. Holds for now.

pour water from the tank into the kettle and set it on the wood stove

💭 thought

She's right. The aerial's the least of it — the insulator's shattered, the coax is old, but the radio still pulls weather. She's sketching. Good. Means the ankle's not taking her mind.

🌿 Jenny01:41

It needs to hold until the boat.

sharpen my pencil and focus on the venation of the leaves.

💭 thought

He's always fixing things that aren't broken while the island eats us whole.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.

healed · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Cross-section of the bracket in the notebook, noting the wear pattern".

made · dawn

Fruit is ripening in the woods — you can smell it before you see it.

fruit · dawn

Found: feeler gauge.

item · dawn

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Detailed morphology of the sea beet found near the ridge".

made · midday

A coconut crab has been at the garden overnight.

coconut_crab · afternoon

Found: pencil.

item · afternoon

No model answered — the scene closed quietly on its own.

quiet_transition · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of the sea beet leaves I found today".

made · night

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