Day 764

The Rising Tide and the Rot

The morning air was heavy and still, the overcast sky holding the heat of the dry season without providing rain. Kevin sat on the steps sharpening a garden fork while watching the clouds, while Jenny leaned back in a chair, her ankle wrapped tightly in fresh gauze as she watched the fever break. Kevin finished the fork, his eyes tracking the barometer as heavy clouds gathered over the north ridge. Jenny moved toward the kitchen, favoring her left side as the throbbing in her ankle reacted to the shift in her weight.

The wind picked up, carrying the scent of coming rain. The tide hit its lowest point, exposing the slick rocks of the northern pools. Jenny headed toward the tide pools to check the pH levels before the thickening clouds brought rain. Kevin remained at the cottage, checking the wick of the storm lantern. 'The pressure is dropping again,' Jenny said. Kevin replied, 'Mm. Front\'s building. Wind\'ll shift northeast by noon if it holds the pattern.' 'Then I\'ll check the tank levels first,' Jenny noted. 'Tank\'s full. 400 litres. Overflow ran last night,' Kevin confirmed. nBy midday, a steady rain drummed against the roof, turning paths into slick clay. The water tank reached its 400-litre capacity, and the overflow pipe trickled into the drainage trench. The tide rose, submerging the lower rocks of the south beach. Kevin checked the structural integrity of the dock while Jenny stayed under the eaves to manage her ankle. In the evening, the rain tapered off. They ate a meal and discussed the supply boat, arriving in ten days. Kevin tried to true the Yanmar's mast bracket but failed due to a stripped bolt hole, instead salvaging a spruce trunk for firewood. Jenny surveyed the pools, finding stable pH levels of 8.0-8.3, and debrided her wound.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Dry Season Heat

Kevin sits on the steps sharpening a garden fork while watching the overcast clouds over the ridge. Jenny leans back in a chair, her ankle wrapped tightly in fresh gauze as she watches the fever break. The air is still and smells of salt and drying wood.

Kevin finishes sharpening the garden fork, his eyes tracking the barometer as the heavy clouds gather over the north ridge. Jenny moves toward the kitchen, favoring her left side as the throbbing in her ankle reacts to the shift in her weight.

🌿 Jenny03:35

The pressure is dropping again.

reaches for the notebook and sketches the shape of the clouds formation over the north ridge.

💭 thought

If it doesn't rain soon, the soil will be too hard for the tin, and I'm just wasting time.

🔧 Kevin03:37

Mm. Front's building. Wind'll shift northeast by noon if it holds the pattern.

Continue sharpening the garden fork, drawing the file along the tines in steady strokes, eyes flicking between the ridge and the horizon.

💭 thought

She's right. Barometer was 986 at dawn. Feels lower now. The stillness before a front — clouds stacking over the ridge, no wind yet. She's tracking it like she tracks everything. Data instead of fear.

🌿 Jenny03:37

Then I'll check the tank levels first.

shifts her weight, wincing slightly as the throbbing in her ankle reacts to the movement.

💭 thought

If the wind shifts, the tide pools will be too rough to get any decent pH readings anyway.

🔧 Kevin03:38

Tank's full. 400 litres. Overflow ran last night.

Set the file down on the step. Wipe metal dust from the fork tines with a thumb. Watch her move — the way she favors the left side, the breath held too long.

💭 thought

She's pushing through it. Always does. The ankle's hot — saw the red line creeping past the gauze edge when she unwrapped it this morning. She won't say it's spreading.

🌿 Jenny03:39

Good. I need to get this dressing changed before it sticks.

stands up slowly, moving toward the medical kit in the kitchen.

💭 thought

At least one thing isn't failing, but my leg feels like it's on fire.

🔧 Kevin03:40

Saline's on the shelf. Fresh gauze in the tin by the stove.

Rise from the steps. Walk into the kitchen behind her. Pull the saline bottle and gauze tin down from the shelf before she reaches for them. Set both on the table.

💭 thought

Let her do it. She knows the routine. But I'll have the saline and fresh gauze ready — she burns through supplies pretending she doesn't need help.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

DAWN, DAY 765

The wind picks up, carrying the scent of coming rain. The tide is at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the northern pools.

Jenny heads toward the northern tide pools to check the pH levels before the thickening clouds bring rain. Kevin remains at the cottage, checking the wick of the storm lantern and preparing for the day. The tide is low, exposing the rocky flats.

🌿 Jenny03:41

I'm heading to the pools before the weather breaks.

grabs the pH kit and the waterproof notebook, then limps toward the

💭 thought

If I don't go now, the tide will turn and I'll lose another day of data on the pH levels.

🔧 Kevin03:42

Take the handheld. Channel sixteen.

Watch her start down the path, then turn to the cottage porch and pick up the storm lantern to check the wick.

💭 thought

She's moving slow. The ankle's worse than she's letting on. Barometer's dropping and she's going to the exposed pools alone.

🌿 Jenny03:43

I'll be on it if the wind drops.

tucks the radio into her pocket and begins the slow descent toward the northern tide pools.

💭 thought

He thinks the radio is the only lifeline, but the pools are the only thing keeping me sane.

🔧 Kevin03:44

Kevin — step back inside the kitchen, set the lantern on the table, and pull the Yanmar's fuel filter housing off the shelf to inspect the element while the light's still good.

💭 thought

She didn't say she'd call if it gets bad. She said if the wind drops. Different thing entirely.

🌿 Jenny03:45

Jenny — reaches the edge of the first pool, carefully stepping onto a flat rock to test the water.

💭 thought

He's always fixing something because he can't fix the silence between us.

🔧 Kevin03:46

Kevin — set the filter housing down, wipe hands on a rag, and walk to the porch rail to watch the tide pools through the dimming light.

💭 thought

Wind's backing southwest. She's on wet rock with a bad ankle and a radio in her pocket she might not reach in time. Should've gone with her.

🌿 Jenny03:47

I'm just checking the acidity.

dips the test strip into the clear water of the pool, watching for the color change.

💭 thought

If the pH is too low here, the seeds won't even stand a chance.

🔧 Kevin03:48

Jenny. Tide's turning.

Lean on the porch rail, eyes on her silhouette against the darkening water, one hand resting on the handheld radio clipped to my belt.

💭 thought

pH won't tell us what we need. The water's rising. She's testing a pool that'll be under six feet of chop in two hours.

🌿 Jenny03:49

Just one more minute.

holds the test strip up to the flat light, squinting at the yellow-green hue.

💭 thought

He's always watching the clock, but I'm watching the water.

🔧 Kevin03:50

Now.

Unclip the handheld, thumb channel sixteen, hold it ready.

💭 thought

One minute. Two. The swell's already licking the lower ledges. She doesn't move fast anymore.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

The Approaching Front

The sky darkens further as the first heavy drops of rain hit the dust. Jenny returns to the cottage with her data, while Kevin is busy securing the loose gear.

The steady rain continues to drum against the cottage roof, turning the island paths into slick clay tracks. Inside, the water tank has reached its 400-litre capacity, with the overflow pipe beginning to trickle steadily into the drainage trench. The tide is rising, submerging the lower rocks of the south beach and pushing against the dockings.

🔧 Kevin03:50

Tank's filling. You got the pH strips back dry?

split the remaining spruce trunk sections with the maul and stack them under the woodshed tarp

💭 thought

Rain's coming in harder than the barometer suggested. Need to get the rest of the spruce trunk split and stacked before the ground turns to soup. Jenny's moving slow — ankle's still bad.

🌿 Jenny03:53

Stable at 7.8. The strips are in the bag, dry enough.

Set the wet notebook on the kitchen table and sit heavily on the bench, unlacing the boot.

💭 thought

The northern pools are stable, but my ankle is throbbing with every step. I need to change that dressing.

🔧 Kevin03:53

Good. Means the garden beds are holding. Take the weight off it.

bring the kettle to a boil on the wood stove and set out two tin mugs

💭 thought

7.8's high for tide pools. Salt intrusion's pushing up the slope faster than last season. She's favoring the ankle bad today — boot coming off tells me the swelling hasn't gone down.

🌿 Jenny03:55

I'm trying, Kevin.

Reach for the first aid kit and the bottle of saline, peeling the old bandage away from the ankle.

💭 thought

way thinks everything is as simple as a pH reading. The infection is still there under the skin.

🔧 Kevin03:55

Let me. Water's hot.

pour steaming water from the kettle into the basin, add a handful of salt from the tin, and set it on the floor beside her boot

💭 thought

She's frustrated. Not with the ankle — with needing help. The bandage sticks; she's been leaving it on too long between changes. Salt water soaks would help more than dry gauze.

🌿 Jenny03:57

I can do it.

Dip the ankle into the salt water, wincing quietly as the heat hits the raw skin.

💭 thought

way wants to be useful, but I'm tired of being watched while I'm falling apart.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Rain and Rising Tide

The rain shows no signs of slowing, and the tide reaches high mark, testing the lower pilings of the dock.

The warm rain continues through the afternoon, keeping the island humid and the dock slick. Kevin spends the time checking the structural integrity against the rising tide, while Jenny stays under the eaves to manage her ankle and the heat.

🌿 Jenny03:58

The tide is coming in higher than the charts predicted.

Jenny tightens the pressure wrap on her ankle and watches the water lap against the porch steps.

💭 thought

The water is rising too fast; if the surge hits the garden, the salt will ruin the seedlings.

🔧 Kevin03:58

Dock held last cycle. Ring bolt didn't move.

Walk to the porch rail and lean out to check the dock pilings at high water.

💭 thought

She's right. The barometer's steady but the water's stacking against the pilings harder than the spring tide tables show. Surge or swell stacking — or the charts are just wrong for this coast.

🌿 Jenny03:59

Check the south side; the salt spray is getting high up today.

Jenny picks up her sketchbook and traces the way the water swirls around the stone foundation.

💭 thought

If the ring bolt holds, the dinghy stays put, but the garden is still at risk.

🔧 Kevin04:00

South brace held at the last high. But I'll look.

Walk down the garden path to the dock, favoring the seaward side to inspect the south piling at waterline.

💭 thought

South piling took the sister brace and the 150mm through-bolt. Greenheart plates are seated. But spray hitting the foundation means the chop's driving up and over — more fetch than the tide alone.

🌿 Jenny04:01

Watch out for the wood—the rot might be deeper after this rain.

Jenny stays on the porch, sketching the rising tide line against the whitewashed stone.

💭 thought

If that brace is rotted, the whole thing will shear off in the next storm.

🔧 Kevin04:03

Third plank from the end. I marked it.

Step onto the dock boards, testing each with a boot before committing weight, and crouch at the south piling to probe the timber at and below the waterline with the nail puller.

💭 thought

She's not wrong. The rain's been steady three days. Rot eats faster when the timber stays wet. Chalked the rot line on the third plank from seaward — that was dry weather. Could've moved.

🌿 Jenny04:03

Be careful on those boards; the whole structure feels slick right now.

Jenny shifts her weight on her ankle and watches the water swell over the garden wall.

💭 thought

If the wood is soft, I'll have to sister that joint before the boat drifts.

🔧 Kevin04:04

Hmm.

Probe the south piling at the waterline and six inches above with the nail puller, feeling for soft spots past the chalk mark, while bracing one hand on the crossbeam.

💭 thought

Boards are salt-slick and the tide's pushing up through the gaps. South piling's the one that took the bronze sleeve and the sister brace. If the rot's crept past the chalk line, the brace is sharing load with punk wood.

🌿 Jenny04:05

It looks worse than it did yesterday. The salt is getting into everything.

Jenny watches the pencil move across the paper, sketching the way the water ripples against the stone.

💭 thought

If that probe goes right through the wood, the tide won't hold the dock.

🔧 Kevin04:09

Rot's past the mark. Two inches soft. Brace is holding but the piling's going.

Straighten, wipe the nail puller on my trousers, and walk back toward the cottage to get the auger and greenheart cores.

💭 thought

Nail puller sinks in past the chalk line. Two inches of punk before it hits sound heartwood. The sister brace is carrying the load but the piling's rotting out from under it. Next big swell could snap the remainder.

🌿 Jenny04:10

Jenny is quiet for a moment.

flagged: empty

💭 thought

If the

🔧 Kevin04:10

Kevin — reach the cottage porch, grab the 19mm auger bit and the cordless drill from the workshop shelf, and pick up one of the three eight-foot greenheart cores stacked under the tarp at the winch.

💭 thought

She saw the puller go in. She knows what it means. Another piling, another repair, another winter we might not see through.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening Meal at the Cottage

The rain finally tapers off as the light fades. You and Jenny gather inside the cottage to prepare a meal and discuss the supply boat's arrival in ten days.

Kevin failed to true the Yanmar's mast bracket alignment due to a stripped bolt hole, then salvaged the fallen spruce trunk into firewood. Jenny successfully surveyed the northern tide pools at low tide, finding stable pH levels, and debrided her ankle wound, noting reduced infection spread.

🌿 Jenny04:11

Ten days. If they're late again, we're in real trouble.

Lean back in the kitchen chair, elevating my ankle on a low crate to ease the swelling.

💭 thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain; I hope the boat actually has the antibiotics this time.

🔧 Kevin04:12

Fuel's good. Water's full. Radio works. We're not in trouble yet.

Set two tin mugs on the table, fill them from the kettle on the stove, push one toward her.

💭 thought

Ten days. If the weather holds. If the engine doesn't throw a rod. If the barometer doesn't drop. She's right and she knows I know it.

🌿 Jenny04:13

Good is a relative term when I'm running out of the right gauze and I can't even walk to the tide pools without limping.

Take the mug, wrapping both hands around the warmth, and watch the steam rise in the humid air.

💭 thought

He's always so practical until the fever starts to climb up my leg.

🔧 Kevin04:14

Supply boat carries medical. Fresh gauze, antibiotic cream, more doxy if they remembered the list.

Sit opposite her, blow across my mug, watch the barometer needle on the shelf.

💭 thought

She's not wrong. The gauze is gone. The ankle's not healing fast enough. I should've built the irrigation trench deeper last month.

🌿 Jenny04:15

They better have. I can't go another week on just sea beet leaves and hope.

Take a slow sip of the tea, my eyes drifting to the half-weeded garden visible through the window.

💭 thought

I hope he emphasized the list; this infection is getting deeper than the last poultice.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening at the cottage: letter to Tom and supply boat prep

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table under the lantern. The dry bag with the letter to Tom is unsealed. Kevin has a pen and the trust's folded offer. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a crate. The barometer reads 992 hPa. Outside, the tide is still falling. They have ten days until the supply boat.

The morning air is heavy and still, the overcast sky holding the heat of the dry season without providing rain. The tide is at its lowest point, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the sandy flats of the south beach. Inside the cottage, the smell of drying sea beet and poultice lingers as the barometer pressure holds steady, signaling no immediate change in the weather.

🌿 Jenny04:17

It's not going to change the soil, Kevin.

Jenny reaches for the tin of grandmother's seeds, tracing the rust in the metal with her thumb.

💭 thought

He's looking at the paper like it's a map, but it's just a contract.

🔧 Kevin04:17

No. It won't.

pick up the pen, uncap it, and stare at the blank page of the trust's folded offer

💭 thought

She's right. It won't. The lime helps the beds we built, but the slope's moving clay. No amount of writing fixes that. The letter's been in that bag for eleven months. Tom's frequency is quiet. The barometer's dropping.

🌿 Jenny04:19

Don't even read the fine print yet.

Jenny sketches a quick, precise anatomy of a sea beet pod in the margin of her notebook.

💭 thought

If he signs that, we go back to the city and the noise.

🔧 Kevin04:19

Wasn't planning to.

set the pen down on the table, fold hands around the cooling tin mug

💭 thought

She knows me. I'd read every clause, find the loopholes, calculate the odds. The fine print's got a force majeure clause that lets them pull the contract if the north slope fails. Two millimeters since March. She draws sea beet pods while I calculate how many days until the boat doesn't come.

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What changed

The supply boat came.

supply_arrived · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Shape of the clouds formation over the north ridge".

made · dawn

Found: gauze tin.

item · dawn

Northern tide pool pH is stable at 8.1-8.3.

discovery · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "Rising tide line against the whitewashed stone".

made · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "Way the water ripples against the stone".

made · afternoon

Found: spruce kindling (12 armfuls).

item · evening

Northern tide pools maintain stable pH 8.0–8.2 at low tide, suitable for sea beet propagation

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Quick, precise anatomy of a sea beet pod in the margin of her notebook".

made · night

The low tide reveals a deep fissure in the south-side rocks, potentially hiding more driftwood.

discovery · night

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