Day 712

Waiting for the Supply Boat

"Watch the cleat, Kevin. The wood is screaming against the salt." "Cleat's greenheart, Jen. It'll outlast the piling it's bolted to. But I'll double the spring line anyway." "Just make sure the spring is tight. I don't want losing the boat again." "Spring's doubled. Half-inch three-strand, long splice, served at the eye. It's not going anywhere." "It's enough for now. The tide is getting high." "Tide's high enough to float the drums if we need to move them. Want the engine warm before we haul?" "The water is too far out to check the pilings today, we have to wait." "Tide turns in two hours. Pilings'll be under six foot by noon. Ankle first."

Dawn lifted the tide beneath the pilings, glassy sea and heavy humidity. Jenny checked the repaired stern line while Kevin inspected the Yanmar for fuel leaks. Her ankle throbbed despite the sea beet poultice.

Morning brought thickening clouds. Kevin inspected the dock while Jenny organized heirloom seeds. Rain drove them inside by midday. Kevin secured shade cloth anchors; Jenny rested on the porch, ankle swelling in the heat.

At the cottage table they reviewed pH levels. The north ridge needed significant lime. "New kit came last run. Five strips left. Old kit's got four." "Thanks. I need to check the north slope tomorrow. The soil is getting too acidic." "Ankle won't hold the slope. I'll run the transect. You read the strips." "Okay. Just... be careful near the cave mouth. The clay looks soft after the last rain." "Auger bit seized on buried timber at forty centimetres. Iron bands at forty and one-twenty. No active seepage." "Good. The north slope needs lime. I'll prepare the beds when my foot feels better." "Lime sack's half full. Enough for the north beds if we're careful." "We'll start with the ridge. The stabilized clay there can handle it."

Evening rain fell hard. Kevin failed to pry a loose shutter board. Jenny limped to the garden and secured the heavy tarp with two stakes despite sharp pain. Inside, Kevin boiled water for coffee. Jenny rested her ankle and reviewed her notebook. Barometer steady at 1015 hPa, tide rising.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

Supply Boat Preparation

Kevin and Jenny stand by the dinghy as the tide begins to lift the pilings. Jenny checks the tension on the repaired stern line while Kevin inspects the Yanmar engine for fuel leaks.

The sun rises over a calm, glassy sea, the air heavy with the humidity of the wet season. Kevin and Jenny stand by the dock, the low tide exposing the barnacled rocks beneath the southern pilings. Jenny's ankle is throbbing despite the sea beet poultice, and the urgency of the approaching supply boat looms over their chores.

🌿 Jenny02:57

Watch the cleat, Kevin. The wood is screaming against the salt.

Pull the stern line taut to check for fraying at the knot.

💭 thought

The tide is coming in faster than the charts predicted. If that line slips, the dinghy goes under the jetty.

🔧 Kevin02:57

Cleat's greenheart, Jen. It'll outlast the piling it's bolted to. But I'll double the spring line anyway.

step to the bow and run a second stern spring from the dinghy's aft cleat to the north piling, taking the load off the dock cleat

💭 thought

Good catch on the cleat — the greenheart's holding but the old timber around it's tired. She's got eyes for the details that matter.

🌿 Jenny02:59

Just make sure the spring is tight. I don't want losing the boat again.

Trace the rot line on the way plank with the tip of my pencil.

💭 thought

He's always optimistic about the wood, but I see the rot deep in the grain.

🔧 Kevin02:59

Spring's doubled. Half-inch three-strand, long splice, served at the eye. It's not going anywhere.

cinch the spring line tight with a rolling hitch on the standing part, then step back and check the dinghy's lie in the rising water

💭 thought

She's still carrying the weight of last winter's storm — the dinghy torn loose, the long swim to recover it. The pencil tracing rot lines is her way of naming what she fears.

🌿 Jenny03:01

It's enough for now. The tide is getting high.

Rub the pencil lead against my thumb and look toward the north slope.

💭 thought

He thinks the wood is the problem, but the salt eats everything eventually. Including us.

🔧 Kevin03:01

Tide's high enough to float the drums if we need to move them. Want the engine warm before we haul?

wipe hands on a rag, then climb into the dinghy to check the Yanmar's oil level one more time before we load the fuel drums

💭 thought

She's reading the slope the way I read a pressure gauge — looking for the needle to quiver before the blowout. The north slope's been moving since the big rain. She sees it. I see it. We both know what it means for the garden wall.

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the dock · morning

Morning Preparations for Arrival

The tide is at its lowest, leaving the tide pools teeming with life before the heat begins to set in.

The morning air is heavy with humidity as the clouds thicken over the island, signaling rain. Kevin inspects the structural integrity of the dock against the rising tide, while Jenny organizes the remaining heirloom seeds for the upcoming supply boat.

🌿 Jenny03:03

The water is too far out to check the pilings today, we have to wait.

Kneels by the tomato rows, testing the damp soil with a finger while wincing at the ankle.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come in two days, the mold in that tin will take the last of the variety.

🔧 Kevin03:03

Tide turns in two hours. Pilings'll be under six foot by noon. Ankle first.

walk to the cottage porch and fetch the medkit and fresh water basin

💭 thought

She's right about the pilings — water's too low to see the rot line on the seaward faces. But the tide'll push back in two hours, three max. Her ankle's swollen past the brace line again. She shouldn't be kneeling.

🌿 Jenny03:05

Two hours is plenty of time to check the pH on the north slope.

Sits on the weathered dock edge, pulling her sock down to reveal the red, angry skin.

💭 thought

He's always right about the timing, but the seeds won't wait for the water.

🔧 Kevin03:05

North slope's logged. Calf's worse. Sit still.

set the basin down, unwrap fresh gauze, and pour the saline to flush the wound

💭 thought

She's deflecting. North slope pH can wait — we logged it three days ago, lime beds holding 6.8. Her calf's tracking red past the mark I made yesterday. Infection's not clearing. Antibiotics should've knocked it by now.

🌿 Jenny03:07

It's fine, I just need to see the clay stability before the storm hits.

Clutches the edge of the way jetty, knuckles white, as the water hits the infection.

💭 thought

The salt stings, but it's better than letting the rot take the whole leg.

🔧 Kevin03:07

Clay's held. Trench drains. You're burning up.

press a clean gauze pad over the flushed wound, hold it there, and reach for the doxycycline blister pack

💭 thought

She's running a fever again. Can hear it in her breath. The clay's been stable since the intercept trench — she knows that. She's scared of the storm and the boat not coming and Tom's letter still in the dry bag. Her body's saying what her mouth won't.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

sheltering from the rain

The first heavy drops fall against the roof as Kevin and Jenny retreat inside.

Kevin works on securing the shade cloth anchors to protect the garden before the supply boat arrives. Jenny tries to rest on the porch, managing her persistent ankle swelling while the heat begins to intensify.

🌿 Jenny03:09

Close the door, Kevin, the humidity is spiking.

Stand up slowly, wincing at my ankle, and carry the seed tin into the kitchen.

💭 thought

The rain is going to ruin the paper if I don't get the tin inside now.

🔧 Kevin03:09

Got it.

Pull the porch door shut against the wind, latch it, then move to the east shutter to dog it tight with the through-bolt.

💭 thought

Rain hits the porch boards hard now. She's favouring the left leg still. The tin goes on the table — grandmother's seeds, rusted Band-Aid box. I'll secure the shutters first, then check the tank overflow.

🌿 Jenny03:11

Check the seal on the window, the wind is picking up.

Set the seed tin on the kitchen table and start peeling back the damp newspaper.

💭 thought

If that shutter leaks, the whole tin will mold before the boat even arrives.

🔧 Kevin03:11

On it.

Cross the kitchen to the porch window, run fingers along the weatherstripping where it meets the frame, feel for gaps where the wind whistles through.

💭 thought

Window seal on the porch side has been soft since the last blow. Wind's backing northeast — she's right to worry. I'll check it now while she sorts seeds.

🌿 Jenny03:13

Use the duct tape if you find a draft.

Open the seed tin and check the seeds for any sign of moisture.

💭 thought

way's too slow. The air is already getting heavy in here.

🔧 Kevin03:13

Tape's by the radio. Be right back.

Grab the roll of duct tape from the shelf, tear off a strip with teeth, press it firm along the bottom corner of the porch window where the draft comes through, smooth it down with thumb.

💭 thought

Duct tape's on the shelf by the radio. Window frame's got a whisper at the bottom corner — tape'll hold it till I can re-bed the stripping proper.

🌿 Jenny03:15

Good. Now help me check these.

Spread a handful of the heirloom seeds on the dry paper to inspect for mold spots.

💭 thought

way. But I can still feel the damp coming off the stone.

🔧 Kevin03:16

Which ones worry you?

Lean against the table edge, pick up a tomato seed between calloused fingers, roll it, hold it to the light.

💭 thought

Seeds on the table — tomato, pepper, some I don't recognise. Labels faded to ghost writing. She's checking for mould like she checks everything: slow, thorough. I know what healthy seed looks like. Heavy, plump, no dust when you crush one.

🌿 Jenny03:17

The ones that feel heavy. If they're damp, they rot.

Pick up the magnifying glass to inspect the surface of the tomato seeds.

💭 thought

The ones that look dull. If the coat is compromised, they're already dead.

🔧 Kevin03:17

Tomatoes feel good. Peppers?

Sort the tomato seeds into a clean pile, then start on the peppers, rolling each between thumb and forefinger, setting aside any that feel light or cold.

💭 thought

Heavy seed holds oil. Life in it. Damp seed feels cold, light — like sand. These tomatoes feel right. Peppers smaller, harder to tell. I'll separate by feel while she glasses them.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Evening preparations

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the sun begins to dip. The air is cooling slightly.

Kevin and Jenny sat at the cottage table to plan the garden preparations before the supply boat arrives. They reviewed the pH levels of the north ridge and determined it needs significant lime to counteract the acidity. Jenny's ankle remains swollen and painful as the humidity rises.

🌿 Jenny03:19

The boat is in two days. Did the radio catch anything this morning?

Sit at the kitchen table, propping my swollen ankle up on a chair.

💭 thought

My ankle is a mess today, and I still need to check that clay stability before the boat gets here.

🔧 Kevin03:19

Nothing on 2182. Coastguard's routine check at 0200, that's it. Captain didn't confirm ETA.

walk to the radio shelf and flip the logbook open, scanning the last entry

💭 thought

Should've checked the log. Didn't. Been out at the dock since first light.

🌿 Jenny03:21

He'll be here. He has to be. I need the pH testing kits.

way the skin around my ankle bone, wincing at the pressure.

💭 thought

Typical. If he doesn't show up, I'm running out of clean gauze for this infection.

🔧 Kevin03:21

New kit came last run. Five strips left. Old kit's got four.

pull the new water test kit from the shelf and set it on the table beside her, then pour water from the tank into a tin mug

💭 thought

She's counting on that boat. We both are.

🌿 Jenny03:23

Thanks. I need to check the north slope tomorrow. The soil is getting too acidic.

Reach for the way, tracing the outline of grandmother's seeds on the page.

💭 thought

At least I have the strips, but they won't help if the boat stays in port.

🔧 Kevin03:23

Ankle won't hold the slope. I'll run the transect. You read the strips.

set the mug down and pull the soil pH log from the stack of notebooks, opening to the last page

💭 thought

North slope's been sliding since the big rain. She shouldn't be on it with that ankle.

🌿 Jenny03:25

Okay. Just... be careful near the cave mouth. The clay looks soft after the last rain.

Lean back against the chair, watching him flip through the logbook.

💭 thought

He's right, though I hate admitting it. I should be the one doing the survey.

🔧 Kevin03:25

Auger bit seized on buried timber at forty centimetres. Iron bands at forty and one-twenty. No active seepage.

tap the notebook page with the sea cave strata sketch, then turn to the garden pH map

💭 thought

She's right about the clay. Felt it give under the auger at forty centimetres.

🌿 Jenny03:29

Good. The north slope needs lime. I'll prepare the beds when my foot feels better.

Tap my finger against the notebook page, tracing the iron bands in the sketch.

💭 thought

Forty centimetres deep enough for stable clay. That's what I needed to hear.

🔧 Kevin03:29

Lime sack's half full. Enough for the north beds if we're careful.

slide the pH map across the table toward her, finger resting on the untreated zone marked 5.5–5.8

💭 thought

She'll be on that slope before the week's out. Ankle or no ankle.

🌿 Jenny03:31

We'll start with the ridge. The stabilized clay there can handle it. We'll start with the ridge. The stabilized clay there can handle it.

Pick up the pH map, feeling the paper weight of it in my hands. </think>THOUGHT: Half a sack isn't enough for all of them. I need to prioritize the ridge first. Pick up the pH map, feeling the paper weight of it in my hands.

💭 thought

Half a sack isn't enough for all of them. I need to prioritize the ridge first.

🔧 Kevin03:31

Ridge first. Then the hollow below the spring if there's any left.

reach for the tin mug and drink the water, setting it down hard enough to ring

💭 thought

She's already planning next season. Good.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Waiting for the Tide

The heavy evening air sits still as the sun begins to dip. You and Jenny prepare a simple meal together, watching the barometer drop slightly further.

Kevin struggled to pry the loose shutter board in the driving rain, failing to secure it properly despite his effort. Jenny managed to limp to the garden and successfully secure the heavy tarp with two stakes, despite the sharp pain in her swollen ankle.

🌿 Jenny03:35

Jenny, the barometer's dropping. We should secure the tarp before the rain gets worse.

walk to the cottage door and check the weather window, then head to the garden to assess the tarp situation.

💭 thought

The barometer's dropping again—another storm rolling in, and I'm still here with this damn ankle.

🔧 Kevin03:35

Aye. I'll grab the batten strips and the mallet. You check the corner by the rosemary — that stake was loose.

Walk to the tool shed, collect two timber strips, the mallet, and a coil of heavy twine.

💭 thought

The barometer's down from 1015 to something lower. She's right — the tarp's been flapping in the gusts all afternoon. One corner pulled a stake yesterday. If we don't batten it proper, the tomatoes get shredded and we lose the shade cloth anchors again.

🌿 Jenny03:39

On it. I'll check the rosemary stake and see if we need to reinforce the whole row." "On it. I'll check the rosemary stake and see if we need to reinforce the whole row.

head to the rosemary corner, test the stake stability, and prepare to secure it with the timber strips and twine. </think>THOUGHT: The rosemary's in the southeast corner, near where I tested the soil pH last week—already waterlogged from th

💭 thought

The rosemary's in the southeast corner, near where I tested the soil pH last week—already waterlogged from the rain.

🔧 Kevin03:40

Take the mallet from the porch step. I'll meet you there with the battens.

Walk toward the garden with timber strips and twine, stepping over the fallen spruce branches across the path.

💭 thought

The rosemary's in the southeast corner, near where I tested the soil pH last week—already waterlogged from the spring runoff. If that stake's gone, the whole row's vulnerable. She'll need the mallet too.

🌿 Jenny03:43

I'll grab the mallet—good thing I noticed the step was loose too, might as well fix both.

limp to the porch step, pry the mallet from beneath it, then head toward Kevin by the garden path.

💭 thought

The porch step is right there by the kitchen door, but my ankle's already screaming from the walk across the cottage floor.

🔧 Kevin03:43

Don't pry with the boot. Kick it free or I'll do it.

Reach the rosemary row, drive the first timber strip into the wet soil beside the leaning stake, and start wrapping twine around both.

💭 thought

She's favouring the left leg still. The poultice held the swelling down but the tendon's stiff. She shouldn't be prying things up with her foot. I'll fix the step proper tomorrow—through-bolt it like the dock.

🌿 Jenny03:49

I'm kicking it, Kevin. way give me a second.

kick the mallet free from under the porch step, grab the handle, and limp toward the garden to help with the stake.

💭 thought

way's always so impatient with the tools, and my ankle is throbbing with every step.

🔧 Kevin03:49

Stake's pulled. Gotta reset it. Hold the timber while I drive it.

Pass her the second timber strip, grip the mallet, and drive a new stake eighteen inches in beside the old one, using the first timber as a guide.

💭 thought

Good. She's moving. The rosemary stake's canted thirty degrees—root ball's half out the ground from the saturation. We'll need to reset it deeper and guy it three ways.

🌿 Jenny03:51

I've got it. Make sure it doesn't shift when you hit it.

crouch in the mud, pressing the timber strip against the new stake while wincing as the pain spikes in my ankle.

💭 thought

If I don't hold this steady, the whole row will just lean again when the wind hits.

🔧 Kevin03:51

Breath out. Steady.

Swing the mallet in controlled strikes, letting the head's weight seat the stake without jarring the timber she's holding.

💭 thought

She's white at the jaw. The antibiotic's working but the tendon's still knitting. She shouldn't be crouching in cold mud. I'll drive it softer—let the weight do the work.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening in the Storm

The rain continues its steady drum on the tin roof as you and Jenny retreat inside, the smell of damp earth and salt air filling the small space.

Kevin boiled water and made coffee while Jenny rested her swollen ankle and reviewed her notebook. The night passed quietly with the barometer steady at 1015 hPa and the tide rising.

🔧 Kevin03:52

Kettle's on the stove. Get off that foot.

walk to the wood stove and set the kettle to boil

💭 thought

The rain's getting heavier. Shutter's still loose but I can't do more in this. Need to let the wood swell shut for now. Jenny's favouring that ankle bad — she shouldn't have been out there staking tarp.

🌿 Jenny03:56

Yeah, yeah. Just... let me grab something.

limp to the kitchen table, grab the notebook from where it's soaked at the corner, flip to the page about the north ridge soil stability, then remember the seeds need checking before the boat comes.

💭 thought

The rain keeps its steady drum on the tin roof. Kettle's on the stove. Get off that foot.

🌿 Jenny03:57

I'm sitting. Just for a second.

sink heavily into the chair, prop the swollen ankle up on a stool, and stare at the tin of seeds on the counter.

💭 thought

My own is a hot, throbbing mess, and I just need to sit down for a minute but the list won't stop growing.

🔧 Kevin03:57

Seeds aren't going anywhere. Your ankle is.

pull a tin mug from the shelf, spoon coffee into it, and set it on the table near her hand

💭 thought

She's stubborn. Won't stay down unless I make her. Seeds can wait — boat's not due for two days yet. But she'll fret if they're not sorted.

🌿 Jenny03:59

It's not the same thing.

wrap both hands around the warm mug, letting the heat seep into my palms, and take a slow, shaky sip of the coffee.

💭 thought

He thinks it's that simple, like if I don't move then the whole project just stays frozen.

🔧 Kevin03:59

No. It's not.

lean back against the counter, arms folded, watching steam rise from her mug

💭 thought

She's right. It's not the same. But I don't know what to say to the rest of it.

🌿 Jenny04:05

I'm just tired, Kevin.

look down at the ankle, tracing the purple line of the swelling with my eyes, and sigh at the weight of it.

💭 thought

He's being too quiet, which usually means he's about to be helpful and I'm not ready.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.

healed · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Kevin made a diagram: "Comes through, smooth it down with thumb".

made · midday

A seabird chick has fallen from the cliff ledges.

chick_fallen · midday

A new project: north ridge soil remediation.

project_started · afternoon

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · afternoon

Found: tarp.

item · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

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