Day 797

The chapter for this day hasn't been written yet — it's written once the day closes.

Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Rising Tide

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock as the tide begins to creep back toward the lower pilings. The air is heavy with humidity, and the horizon thickens with a layer of grey clouds.

The tide is receding quickly, leaving slick algae and small tide pools exposed around the dock pilings. The air is heavy with humidity, and the thickening cloud cover suggests a coming squ. Kevin and Jenny finish securing the dinghy just as the water level drops away from the already-swollen timbers of the dock.

🌿 Jenny17:39

The tide is coming in earlier than the chart. We need to move the dinghy before the swell increases.

Jenny shifts weight to her good leg, wincing as the throbbing in her ankle pulses against the bandage.

💭 thought

The wood is rotting faster than I can replace it; if the boat doesn't come in seven days, this jetty is gone.

🔧 Kevin17:40

Aye. Bow and stern lines doubled, fenders out. You take the bow — I'll handle the engine mount.

walk to the dinghy and check the stern line tension, then secure the engine mount bolts

💭 thought

She's right — the barometer's steady but the tide's pushing early, and that swell will bounce the dinghy off the pilings if we don't get it secured. Her ankle's worse than she's letting on.

🌿 Jenny17:41

Be careful with the weight. The wood is soft as wet paper near the waterline.

Jenny moves to the bow of the dinghy, gripping the damp timber to steady herself against the rising water.

💭 thought

He's focused on the bolts, but I'm looking at the salt-eaten grain.

🔧 Kevin17:42

Bolts are stainless, went into greenheart doubler. She'll hold. Watch your footing on the bow — that plank's got give.

check the Yanmar mount bolts with the 19mm wrench, confirming torque on all four

💭 thought

She's not wrong — the landward stringer's punky below the waterline. But the engine's mounted and the bolts are fresh. Just need to check torque and make sure the vibration damper's seated.

🌿 Jenny17:43

I know. The swell is shifting the whole thing if the tide gets too high.

Jenny kneels at the bow, testing the stability of the wood with her hand while watching the water lap the pilings.

💭 thought

He trusts the hardware, but I see the rot eating the heart from the inside.

🔧 Kevin17:45

Cleat's sistered. Held last storm. But if the tide pushes past the ninth rung —

glance at the tide marks on the piling, counting rungs, then secure the dinghy's bow line to the midships cleat with a round turn and two half hitches

💭 thought

She's testing the dock, not the dinghy. Smart. The whole finger pier moves when the swell hits the south piling right. If the landward cleat pulls out, we lose the lot.

🌿 Jenny17:45

Then we'll have to haul the dinghy to the cove. The tide is moving too fast today.

Jenny adjusts the rope, feeling the vibration of the water against the wood.

💭 thought

If it hits the ninth rung, the whole jetty is a loss to the sea.

🔧 Kevin17:46

Winch is sound. Skid logs by the shed. You drive the winch — I'll muscle the rails.

grab the come-along from the workshop and run the line to the dinghy's bow eye, setting the skid logs under the transom

💭 thought

Hauling her to the cove means the winch, the skid logs, and her on that ankle. But she's right — the swell's building faster than the tide table says. Barometer's steady but the wind's backing southwest. We'll lose the dinghy if she stays here.

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the dock · morning

The Ebbing Tide

The water level continues to drop, exposing patches of sand and trapped kelp. The wind picks up from the north, carrying the scent of coming rain.

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

🌿 Jenny17:47

We need to get the tools inside before the first drop hits.

Pick up the sketchbook and pencil, then walk toward the cottage, limping slightly.

💭 thought

The sky is going to break before I get back to the cottage. My ankle is throbbing with every step.

🔧 Kevin17:48

Torque wrench and bolt first. Sketchbook keeps.

Pick up the torque wrench, 19mm socket, and the 150mm stainless through-bolt with washers and nyloc nut from the wheelbarrow, then follow Jenny toward the cottage.

💭 thought

Rain's close. Wind shift says squall line, not drizzle. Need the torque wrench, socket, and that last through-bolt under cover before the decks go slick. Jenny's favouring the ankle harder than she'll admit.

🌿 Jenny17:49

Just move fast. The pressure is dropping.

Rub a hand over the swollen ankle to dull the ache and head toward the cottage door.

💭 thought

He's always so focused on the hardware while the world is literally rotting under our feet.

🔧 Kevin17:50

Right behind you.

Jog up the dock planks carrying the torque wrench, socket, and through-bolt, grab the radio notebook and near-empty epoxy tub from the dock cleat, then follow Jenny through the cottage door.

💭 thought

She's not wrong. Barometer was 1012 steady an hour ago — if it's falling this fast the front's closer than I thought. Wrench and bolt in hand, just need the radio log and the epoxy tub off the dock before the spray hits horizontal.

🌿 Jenny17:51

Close the door. Now.

Slam the heavy door shut and drop the sketchbook, leaning against the wood to catch my breath.

💭 thought

If the rain starts now, the sketches in my bag will be ruined before I get them to the table.

🔧 Kevin17:54

Sit. Foot up.

Kick the door latch home, set the torque wrench, socket, bolt, radio notebook, and epoxy tub on the kitchen table, then guide Jenny to the nearest chair and pull the stool under her bad leg.

💭 thought

Door's shut. Wind's howling round the eaves already. She's white at the mouth — ankle's taking the weight of the sprint. Need to get her off it and the gear stowed before the glass goes.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The heavy humidity of the wet season presses on the cottage as the tide recedes. Kevin works at the workbench, meticulously scraping away old rust and loose flakes from the jerry can to prepare it for a new epoxy seal, while Jenny prepares to head toward the tide pools, her ankle wrapped fresh after the morning debridement, intending to document the morphology of the sea beets.

🔧 Kevin17:56

Kevin — walk to the workbench, pick up the cracked jerry can, inspect the seam where the epoxy failed.

💭 thought

The cottage feels smaller after the dock. Quieter too, with the engine off and the tide out. My hands still smell of salt and greenheart sap. Need to check the jerry can epoxy — last batch failed at the pitting. And the radio. Three days to supply boat. Two-hour window. Can't miss it.

🌿 Jenny17:57

The pitting is too deep, Kevin. It won't take, no matter how many layers I throw on it.

Pick up the wire brush and start scraping the loose flakes of old epoxy off the can's surface.

💭 thought

It's not holding. The salt eats through everything eventually, even the best resin if the metal is this far gone.

🔧 Kevin17:58

Clean it proper. Vinegar soak after. Get the salt out the pores.

Set the can down, pull the vinegar jar from the shelf, set it beside the wire brush.

💭 thought

She's right. Seen it before — salt gets under the metal, eats from inside out. Epoxy's just a bandage on a bullet wound. But we're down to one good can and the supply boat's three days out. If weather turns, we need reserve.

🌿 Jenny17:59

I'll try the soak, but if this fails again, we're using the plastic bins for water.

Dip the wire brush into the vinegar and begin scrubbing the rusted seam of the can.

💭 thought

He's right about the salt, but he's wrong about the metal. It's thinning like paper.

🔧 Kevin18:00

Braze it if the soak fails. Bronze rod's in the crate by the generator.

Lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her work the seam.

💭 thought

Plastic bins'll taint the diesel. Water's fine in them, fuel eats the walls. But she's thinking ahead — good. The vinegar soak might pull enough chloride to let epoxy bite. If not, we'll braze the seam. Got the propane torch, got bronze rod. Ugly but it holds.

🌿 Jenny18:01

I don't have the heat setup for a proper braze, and the metal is too thin anyway.

Stop scrubbing and wipe the grey own away with a rag.

💭 thought

Bronze won't fix a structural that's turned to lace. He's always so practical.

🔧 Kevin18:02

Copper sleeve. Wrap the can, rivet and epoxy the lap. Or just rotate fuel. Clean can for diesel, this one for water only. Paint a red X on it.

Push off the doorframe, grab the red paint tin from the shelf, shake it, hold it out to her.

💭 thought

She's right again. Thin steel, heat warps it, braze burns through. Could sleeve the whole can with copper sheet — got a offcut in the crate. Or... the sound jerry can's still good. Rotate fuel from the cracked one, run generator off the clean can, keep the cracked for emergency water only. Mark it. Don't mix.

🌿 Jenny18:03

If I use it only for water, I need to make sure the copper doesn't leach into the tank.

Take the red paint and mark a jagged X on the side of the pitted metal.

💭 thought

A copper sleeve might actually hold if I can find the right gauge. He's thinking in layers for once, though.

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the tide pools · afternoon

Preparation for the tide

The tide remains out, exposing the rocky floor where the sea beets grow. The air is still heavy, smelling of coming rain.

Kevin and Jenny explore the tide pools as the tide begins to turn under the heavy overcast sky. Jenny limps carefully along the rocks, documenting sea beet morphology while Kevin attempts to forage before the water deepens.

🔧 Kevin18:04

(to himself, low) Chase the pits. Every one.

continue wire-brushing the jerry can seam, chasing each pit to bare steel, wiping clean with rag between passes

💭 thought

The jerry can's pitting runs deeper than I thought — salt's eaten through the steel in fingers. Epoxy won't hold if I don't chase every pit to clean metal. Jenny's at the tide pools with her notebook, ankle wrapped. She's stronger than she lets on, but that infection's stubborn. Supply boat in three days. Need this can sound before then.

🌿 Jenny18:05

The water is coming fast.

Jenny limps toward the black rock shelves, leaning heavily on her driftwood cane, and opens her notebook to a fresh page.

💭 thought

He's so focused on that metal while the island is literally rotting under our feet. My ankle is thumping in time with his brushing.

🔧 Kevin18:06

(without looking up from the can) Watch the shelf edge. Floods from the north channel first.

set wire brush down, pick up clean rag and acetone wipe, run it over the brushed seam to pull the last salt and oil before epoxy

💭 thought

She's right — tide turns faster than it looks. Spring tides with this moon. She's pushing the ankle hard, skipping the cane on the flat rock but it'll cost her later. Should've told her to wait for the dinghy run at high water. Too late now.

🌿 Jenny18:07

I know. I'll stay on the high shelf.

Jenny kneels by the tide pool, wincing as she shifts weight on her ankle, and begins to sketch the fleshy leaves of the sea beet.

💭 thought

He always notices the water patterns before I feel the pressure in my joints. I see the salt on the rock.

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the old shrine · evening

Evening return and storm watch

Kevin and Jenny return to the cottage as the first drops of rain finally fall. The barometer continues its descent.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.

healed · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

The tide is rising significantly faster than the lunar cycle indicated.

discovery · dawn

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

quiet_transition · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a sketch: "Fleshy leaves of the sea beet".

made · afternoon

sea beet morphology varies by tide pool depth

discovery · afternoon

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