Day 783

Squall and Structure

Dawn broke heavy and still over Sorrel Island, the north ridge lost in low overcast. Kevin tested the dock planks with his boot heel, finding rot deep in planks two and three from the seaward end. He marked the softest sections with chalk. Jenny limped toward the cottage to inspect the Yanmar housing, her ankle throbbing on the uneven ground. High tide lapped the reinforced pilings. They began sistering the south beam with two eight-foot greenheart cores, straight grain. Kevin cut the scarf joint — "Cut on the waste side of the line — leave a hair for the plane" — while Jenny braced the piling. A sudden squall drove rain and wind across the jetty, halting work. By midday the rain fell steady and warm. Tide dropped to its lowest, exposing dark-ribbed rocks and sandbars. The rain tank gained twenty-five litres, then twenty-five more, then twenty-five again. Jenny sketched in her notebook: a rot pattern diagram, a wood-grain fracture, a sea beet leaf morphology. Afternoon brought a driving lashing from the west, blurring the horizon. The tide surged, lifting the dinghy hard against its mooring. Oak wedges groaned. Kevin stayed on the dock. Jenny retreated to the cottage to signal the boat. "The north piling's cedar shim is moving again. I need you to see this," she called. "On it," Kevin replied. Evening: clouds blackened, barometer dropping. Kevin confirmed the supply boat for the day after tomorrow at 0600 on high tide, a two-hour window. Fuel reserves: generator half tank, Yanmar six hours hard run, one reserve can for the dinghy. Jenny applied a fresh sea beet poultice to her swollen ankle. The Yanmar housing's two stripped bolt threads still held, vibration risk unresolved. "Radio takes priority," Kevin said. "Weather window's the only way we know if the boat's actually coming."

Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Calm Before the Arrival

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock watching the heavy overcast clouds thicken over the north ridge. The air is still and humid, holding the tension before the supply boat's expected tomorrow.

The morning air is heavy with humidity, the overcast clouds hanging low over the dock. Kevin works on the dock planks, testing the wood with his boot heel to find the extent of the rot and marking the softest sections with chalk for immediate replacement. Jenny heads toward the cottage to inspect the Yanmar housing while the sun is still out of reach, though her ankle throbs sharply with every step she takes on the uneven ground.

🔧 Kevin03:44

Planks two and three from the seaward end. Rot goes deep. Boat hits this dock hard in a swell.

walk the dock length, testing each plank with a boot heel, marking the soft ones with chalk

💭 thought

Boat's due on the high tide. Barometer's steady but that overcast's got weight to it. Need the dock solid before they tie up. Six wedges driven, doubler plate bolted — ring won't walk. But the planks…

🌿 Jenny03:45

I need the crowbar and the heavy-duty bolts. We can't wait for the boat to arrive.

Jenny sketches a quick technical diagram of the rot pattern in her notebook, noting where the wood meets the support beams.

💭 thought

If those planks aren't replaced by tomorrow, the boat will pull the moorings right out and we'll lose the dinghy to the surge.

🔧 Kevin03:47

Crowbar's leaning on the garden wall. Two fifteen-hundred bolts left at the east shutter — washers and nylocs with them. Greenheart sister plates pre-drilled. Take the wheelbarrow.

turn toward the cottage, hand on the radio room door frame, pausing

💭 thought

She's already sketched it. Good. Means she sees what I see — rot tracking the beam ends where the salt sits. Crowbar's by the garden wall. Bolts are staged at the east shutter with the greenheart plates.

🌿 Jenny03:47

I'll check the Yanmar housing while I'm at the shutter.

Jenny closes her notebook and heads toward the garden wall, her ankle throbbing slightly with every step.

💭 thought

He's worried about the dock again, but I'm worried about the soil stability down in the cove.

🔧 Kevin03:48

Tap set and micrometer on the bench. Injector seat blank's machined — cylinder one. Bronze adapter for the raw water pump housing is fitted, waiting on reinstall. Don't torque the housing bolts past twenty newton-metres till the helicoils seat.

watch her walk off, then turn to the dock planks, pulling the nail puller from my belt

💭 thought

Yanmar housing bolts — two stripped, one missing in the bilge. She knows. Tap set's staged in the workshop. Micrometer's there too. Bore's worn point-one-two over on the raw water pump side. Bronze adapter's test-fitted, ready. She'll find the injector seat blank machined and waiting on the bench.

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the dock · morning

Preparation for the Boat

The tide is high, lapping against the reinforced pilings. The supply boat is expected tomorrow, and the dock is failing.

Kevin and Jenny began sistering the south dock beam with greenheart cores, but a sudden squall drove heavy rain and wind across the jetty. The tide pulled at the assembly while Kevin cut the scarf joint and Jenny braced the piling, making progress difficult in the worsening conditions.

🌿 Jenny03:49

Kevin, the south end is shifting again. We need to sister that beam before the tide turns in.

Squat at the edge of the jetty, pressing a thumb into the rotten wood to check the depth of the decay.

💭 thought

If those planks go, the boat can't load the crates, and I'll be stuck with no food and no seeds.

🔧 Kevin03:50

Greenheart cores are stacked on the dock. Two eight-footers, straight grain. I'll cut the scarf joints while you brace the piling.

Walk to the greenheart stack, select two eight-foot cores, and carry them to the south end of the dock.

💭 thought

She's right — the south stringer's giving way under the tidal push. The chalk marks I made this morning barely cover half the rot. If we don't sister it now, the next surge takes the whole corner.

🌿 Jenny03:51

Watch the angle. If the scarf gaps, the whole thing will shear when the boat hits.

Grab the heavy waybar and the sister plates to pry the beam into alignment and stop the wobble.

💭 thought

He's moving faster than I am today, but that wood is soft as wet paper.

🔧 Kevin03:52

Grain's straight on the core I'm holding. You got purchase on the piling?

Set the greenheart core on the dock planks, pull the Japanese pull-saw from the tool belt, and begin marking the scarf angle with a carpenter's pencil against the existing stringer.

💭 thought

She knows timber. The scarf's only as good as the clamp pressure — if the old beam's twisted, the joint opens under load. Need to check the grain run on both faces before I cut.

🌿 Jenny03:53

I've got it, but hold that core steady—the tide is pulling the whole assembly.

Wedge the waybar between the rotten stringer and the piling, leaning my full weight against it to stop the slip.

💭 thought

The wood is groaning under the weight, and my ankle is screaming at the shift in pressure.

🔧 Kevin03:54

Core's not moving. Cut on the waste side of the line — leave a hair for the plane.

Clamp the greenheart core against the dock planks with one knee, start the pull-saw on the marked scarf line, cutting slow and steady to keep the cheek straight.

💭 thought

The tide's sucking at the piling base — she's fighting the whole harbour. If the waybar slips, the stringer drops and takes fingers with it. Hold the core dead still, let the saw do the work.

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the dock · midday

Squall breaks, dock work resumes

Kevin is at the dock finishing the scarf joint on the greenheart core; Jenny is at the hilltop descending with soil pocket bearings for the southern cove.

The warm rain continues in a steady, rhythmic drumming against the cottage roof, keeping the air humid. The tide is out at its lowest, exposing the slick, dark-ribbed rocks of the tide pools and the sandbars near the cove. Kevin and Jenny stand by the dock, the air smelling of salt and damp earth.

🔧 Kevin03:56

Kevin — finish the scarf joint cut on the greenheart sister beam, plane the mating faces true, drill pilot holes through both timbers and doubler plate, drive the 150mm stainless through-bolts with washers and nyloc nuts, torque to spec.

💭 thought

Tide's giving me an hour of slack. Enough to finish the scarf and drive bolts before the flood pushes back. Greenheart's dense — won't split if I pre-drill clean. Two bolts per side, doubler plate distributed load. This dock holds or it doesn't.

🌿 Jenny03:59

Jenny — walk down the ridge path toward the dock, leaning heavily on the cane against the slick clay.

💭 thought

Three pockets. If the drainage holds, grandmother's seeds might actually stand a chance without rotting in the silt.

🔧 Kevin04:00

Kevin — lean on the mooring ring with full weight, watch the mortise for movement. Check the oak wedges hold vertical. Verify the doubler plate doesn't flex.

💭 thought

Bolts seated. Nylocs snugged. The sister bears on solid greenheart now, not rot. Tide's turning — feel the current shift against the pilings. Test the ring before the boat comes.

🌿 Jenny04:03

Jenny — wipe the condensation from the way cover and look toward the Yanmar engine by the dock.

💭 thought

The rain is picking up again. I need to check the Yanmar housing before the boat gets here and everything becomes chaos.

🔧 Kevin04:04

Kevin — gather tools, wipe the saw blade dry, stow the torque wrench and sockets. Walk back to the cottage porch. Check the Yanmar in the dinghy — fuel valve open, kill switch free, impeller housing tight.

💭 thought

Ring's solid. Zero play in the mortise. Wedges bit deep into the greenheart sister. Doubler plate spreads the load across four bolts — no flex under my weight. Dock'll take the supply boat's surge. One less thing.

🌿 Jenny04:07

Jenny — approach the engine and crouch to inspect the housing bolts for leaks or vibration.

💭 thought

Kevin's still at the dock. If that housing is loose again, we're not making the crossing in this weather.

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the dock · afternoon

The Low Tide Interval

The rain begins to taper off into a light mist. They have a few hours before the tide turns and the supply boat is expected on the horizon.

The rain turns from a drizzle to a heavy, driving lashing from the west, blurring the horizon over the dock. The tide is surging rapidly, lifting the dinghy high against the mooring line while the oak wedges groan under the pressure. Kevin stays anchored to the dock, watching the tension, while Jenny retreats to the dry of the cottage to signal the boat.

🔧 Kevin04:08

Boat's on the tide. Two hours, maybe three. You stay off the dock planks — I'll hump the stores.

walk to the dock mooring ring and test the oak wedges with a firm boot heel, checking for any shift in the mortise under the rising tide pressure

💭 thought

Rain easing. Tide's still rising — supply boat due on the high water. Need the dock ring solid before she comes alongside. Wedges are in, doubler plate bolted. She'll hold. But the south planks still need doing. And Jenny's ankle won't take hauling stores up a slick jetty.

🌿 Jenny04:09

I'll check the Yanmar housing one last time while you watch the line.

way picks up her notebook and the tin of seeds, then limps toward the cottage, favoring her good leg.

💭 thought

If those planks go under the weight of the crates, the whole way is lost. I need to get those replaced before the crane swings.

🔧 Kevin04:10

Housing's done. Bronze seat's in, adapter seated. You check the radio log instead — boat's ETA, weather window. I'll watch the ring.

lean against the north piling, arms crossed, eyes on the mooring ring mortise where the six oak wedges sit driven vertical-grain, watching for any hairline shift as the tide pushes harder against the dinghy's doubled stern springs

💭 thought

She's stubborn. Ankle's clean but the tendon's still knitting. She thinks I don't see the limp. Yanmar housing can wait — injector seat blank's machined, bronze adapter fitted. Nothing's sailing without the dock holding.

🌿 Jenny04:11

Just tell me if the ring starts pulling. I'm going to check the radio.

Jenny turns back toward the cottage, her boots crunching on the gravel, and she clutches the seed tin tighter against her side.

💭 thought

He's right about the engine, but the wood is still like a way. If the boat hits hard, that whole jetty is going right into the water.

🔧 Kevin04:12

Ring holds. Go on.

stand fast at the dock edge, one hand on the north piling, tracking the warp tension on the dinghy's doubled stern springs as the tide surges, the oak wedges invisible in the mortise but the steel doubler plate showing no rust-streak moveme

💭 thought

She's carrying the world in that tin. Seeds, soil sketches, the letter from the trust she won't let me read. Radio log's on the high shelf — dry, charged, last entry three days out. Boat captain acknowledged 2182. Window's high tide, two hours. I'll give her the space. Ring's solid. Wedges bit deep. Doubler plate's four 150mm bolts aren't going anywhere.

🌿 Jenny04:13

I'll be at the radio.

Jenny enters the cottage, the door creaking shut behind her, and sets the tin on the kitchen table.

💭 thought

He trusts the wood, but I see the rot. If that dock gives way, I'm losing the heirloom seeds to the salt.

🔧 Kevin04:14

Kevin — shift weight to the good knee, boot heel pressing the dock plank beside the mortise, feeling for vibration in the timber as a larger swell lifts the dinghy hard against the doubled springs

💭 thought

Door's shut. Radio's warm. She'll log the boat's bearing, check the barometer trend, maybe try Tom's frequency again. Last time she keyed it, static only. I didn't ask. She didn't offer. The letter in my pocket has thirty-seven creases from folding and unfolding. Mother's death. Six months late. Tom's handwriting, shaky. The supply boat skipper held it — forgot, or didn't care. I found it at 0200 on the porch step. Never opened it. Won't. Not here. Not now.

🌿 Jenny04:15

Kevin, watch the pilings!

Jenny sits at the radio, her fingers trembling over the dial as she clicks the static to life for the weekly check.

💭 thought

That lift was too deep. If the bolts shear now, the whole thing is going into the cove.

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the dock · evening

The Window Closes

The rain intensifies, and the tide reaches its peak. The supply boat is still hours away, and the dry window for the brush removal is now completely gone.

Kevin and Jenny inspected the dock's structural integrity as the tide rose. Kevin noted that the north piling's cedar shims are failing, while Jenny monitors the radio and manages the pain in her ankle.

🌿 Jenny04:18

The tide is coming in fast, Kevin. Watch the dinghy line.

Close the notebook and

💭 thought

If that boat doesn't show tomorrow, the salt rot will take the whole way before I can even fix the planks.

🔧 Kevin04:19

Copy that. Keep the bow line trimmed, and watch the angle. I'll tighten the stern spring if it starts to slip.

tighten the stern spring on the dinghy, adjust the bow line slack, and check the dock's mooring chain for any movement.

💭 thought

The tide's grip is tightening. I can feel the dock groaning. No brush work left; I have to hold the boat.

🌿 Jenny04:21

I'm going inside to check the radio. My ankle is throbbing.

Turn away from the dock and walk toward the cottage, limping slightly against the wind.

💭 thought

He's so focused on the hardware while the wood is literally liquefying under our feet.

🔧 Kevin04:21

Radio check on the hour. Holler if the static breaks.

take up another half-turn on the dinghy's stern spring cleat, then walk the dock planks to the north piling and test the cedar shim for movement.

💭 thought

She's favoring the left leg harder today. The barometer's steady but the sea's not reading it. I'll give the dinghy another turn on the cleat and then check the north piling shim.

🌿 Jenny04:23

Kevin, the north piling's cedar shim is moving again. I need you to see this.

Turn back halfway and point toward the north end where the shims are failing.

💭 thought

The cedar shim is already splitting at the edges, just like I feared.

🔧 Kevin04:23

On it.

stride to the north piling, brace against the sister plate, and drive the 150mm stainless through-bolt home with the 19mm wrench to lock the greenheart shim before it spits free.

💭 thought

She saw it from the cottage porch. Means the movement's visible at thirty paces. The shim's walking out from under the sister plate. If that goes, the whole stringer drops.

🌿 Jenny04:25

Watch that joint. The whole way might go under if the tide rises any higher.

Lean against the way wall and open the notebook to sketch the fracture in the wood grain.

💭 thought

At least the bolt is holding for now, but the wood is so soft.

🔧 Kevin04:29

Got the last 150mm bolt staged at the east shutter. If this one doesn't hold, I'm running a chain from the piling base to the deadman anchor.

drive the last 150mm stainless through-bolt through the sister plate and greenheart shim into the piling, torque the nyloc to 35Nm, then lash a length of the heavy weather line from the piling base to the garden wall deadman as a backup.

💭 thought

She's right. The joint's singing under the load. One good surge and the sister plate shears the bolts. Need to spread the force.

🌿 Jenny04:30

It's holding for now. We need to get everything inside before the storm really hits.

Wipe the grit from the notebook and start the walk back to the cottage.

💭 thought

The chain might hold some weight, but the island is trying to eat the dock.

🔧 Kevin04:30

Right behind you. Clearing the dock first.

gather the torque wrench, chalk, and loose timber strips from the dock planks, stack them under the cottage porch, then secure the generator shed door and vent flaps with the ratchet straps.

💭 thought

The piling's quiet now. Bolt bit clean. Chain's a good belt-and-braces. She's moving slow; the ankle's costing her more than she says. I'll clear the dock deck and get the generator shed battened before the wind shifts west.

🌿 Jenny04:31

way inside, Kevin. The tide is coming in too fast.

Step into the way and pull the heavy door shut, the latch clicking in the frame.

💭 thought

The wind is picking up, and I can smell the salt-heavy rain.

🔧 Kevin04:32

—

check the dock mooring ring and oak wedges one final time under surge load, then step inside the cottage and secure the door against the rising wind.

💭 thought

She's in. Door's latched. The tide's chewing at the dock planks now — white water over the seaward stringer. I've got minutes before the dinghy starts flying. One last look at the mooring ring, then I'm through that door.

🌿 Jenny04:33

I'm checking the radio. The barometer is still dropping.

Walk to the kitchen table and reach for the shortwave radio.

💭 thought

The wood is groaning under the pressure. If that boat doesn't come, the jetty will be gone.

🔧 Kevin04:34

I'll check the tank overflow and the loft hatch. You raise the boat on 2182.

walk to the water tank in the corner, inspect the overflow channel for blockage, then climb the loft ladder and verify the hatch dogs are tight.

💭 thought

Barometer was 988 steady when I came in. If it's dropping now, the window's closing faster than the captain said. Radio first. Then I'll check the tank overflow and the loft hatch.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Evening hunker down

Kevin and Jenny meet inside the cottage as the clouds blacken and the barometer drops further.

Kevin confirmed the supply boat's arrival for the day after tomorrow at 0600 on the high tide with a two-hour window, then checked fuel reserves — generator half tank, Yanmar six hours hard run, one reserve can for the dinghy. Jenny applied a fresh sea beet poultice to her swollen ankle and inspected the Yanmar housing bolts, finding the two stripped threads still holding but the vibration concern unresolved.

🔧 Kevin04:34

Radio check came through clean. Boat's holding on the high tide window — 0600 day after tomorrow. Two hour wait.

walk to the kitchen shelf and check the shortwave battery indicator

💭 thought

Barometer's dropping faster than the forecast said. She's favoring the ankle bad but won't say it. Need to get the mooring ring wedged proper before the surge hits high tide.

🌿 Jenny04:37

Check the fuel levels again. The pressure is dropping faster than the forecast.

Sit on the kitchen chair, prop the way ankle on a stool, and sketch the morphology of a sea beet leaf in the notebook.

💭 thought

Two days. If the wind picks up, they won't even be able to get close to the dock.

🔧 Kevin04:39

Generator half. Yanmar six hours hard run. One reserve can for the dinghy. That's the lot.

pull the generator dipstick and wipe it on a rag, then check the Yanmar sight glass

💭 thought

She's right. Barometer's 985 and still falling. Forecast said steady. Forecast was wrong. Generator's half tank. Yanmar's got maybe six hours at load. Dinghy reserve can is full but that's it.

🌿 Jenny04:39

We'll have to be conservative with the generator until the boat arrives.

Reach for the first aid kit to apply a fresh poultice to the throbbing ankle.

💭 thought

That's not enough if the engine coughs or the storm keeps us in.

🔧 Kevin04:40

Radio takes priority. Weather window's the only way we know if the boat's actually coming.

walk to the porch and scan the western horizon, hand shading eyes against the rain

💭 thought

Conservative means cold food, no radio charging after dark, hand-pump water if the tank level drops. She's wincing changing that poultice. Infection's tracking up the calf — red line past the marker pen line from this morning.

🌿 Jenny04:41

Check the Yanmar housing bolts again. If the vibration's getting worse, we can't risk running it hard.

Limp toward the workshop and pull the engine cover, checking the two stripped housing bolts with the tap set.

💭 thought

The barometer's already dropped too fast for comfort.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Quick technical diagram of the rot pattern in her notebook, noting where the woo".

made · dawn

The shortwave crackles with a voice, or static, at an odd hour.

radio_voice · dawn

The dock planks are structurally mush and require immediate replacement before the supply boat arrives.

discovery · dawn

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · dawn

A sudden squall sweeps through — wind first, then a wall of rain.

squall · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

The barometer is steadying; the storm is delayed for now.

discovery · midday

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · midday

The supply boat is delayed but still expected tomorrow afternoon.

discovery · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "Fracture in the wood grain".

made · evening

The cedar shims on the north piling are failing under high tide pressure

discovery · evening

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Morphology of a sea beet leaf in the notebook".

made · night

supply boat ETA confirmed: day after tomorrow at 0600 on high tide with two-hour wait window

discovery · night

Yanmar housing has two stripped bolt threads and one bolt missing in bilge; vibration risk persists under load

discovery · night

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