Day 92

Mast Fall and Yanmar Failure

Evening slack tide found them at the dock, Yanmar bolted to the transom, fuel line connected. Kevin pulled the starter cord. The engine struggled to prime and failed to catch, confirming a carburetor fault despite the good spark. "Primer bulb firm?" Kevin asked. "It's still soft. Let me pump it," Jenny said. "Tank vent — check the cap. Little brass screw on top. Open it half a turn." She opened it and pumped again. "Nothing coming out," Kevin said. "Pack it up. We're done here for today."

Rain drummed the tarp as Kevin climbed the radio mast to replace the shattered insulator. His foot slipped on a slick rung and he fell hard onto the dock planks, bruising his ribs. Jenny spread damp heirloom seeds on a dry plank, checking for mold, and finished her sea beet salt gland illustrations in the notebook. She tested the Yanmar's ignition with the spare spark plug and confirmed a strong blue spark at the cylinder.

At slack tide, ribs taped, Kevin helped lower the Yanmar onto the dinghy transom. He struggled with the shortwave's aerial insulator, the housing brittle and tape failing. Jenny cataloged succulents as the tide rose. By midday the water reached the dock edge and wind picked up salt; no record was kept.

In the afternoon Kevin climbed the mast again and successfully seated the spare porcelain insulator, sealing it with self-amalgamating tape. The shortwave was physically whole but untested. Jenny completed her sea beet morphology documentation.

The tide rose fast. They gathered tools before the planks grew too slick. Kevin shivered on the gangway. "Kevin? Come inside. You're shivering," Jenny said. "Yeah. In a minute." "I'll check the planks tomorrow. You need to eat something." The rain tank had gained about twenty-five litres. They ate.

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the dock · dawn

The Spark and Seeds

Kevin hunches over the Yanmar engine as the rain drums steadily against the canvas tarp. Jenny spreads out the damp heirloom seeds on a dry wooden plank, checking for signs of mold in the rising humidity.

Kevin climbed the radio mast in steady rain to replace the shattered insulator but lost his footing on the slick rungs, falling hard onto the dock planks and bruising his ribs. Jenny completed her detailed sea beet salt gland illustrations in the notebook, then tested the Yanmar's ignition with the spare spark plug and confirmed a strong blue spark at the cylinder.

🔧 Kevin00:44

Mast first. Then the Yanmar test run at slack.

climb the mast to replace the shortwave aerial insulator with the spare porcelain from the tool roll

💭 thought

The rain's steady enough the tarp drumming's become background. Jenny's methodical with the seeds — good. Means I don't have to watch that. Engine's ready for the insulator swap and the starter cord's holding. Need to get up the mast before the wind shifts.

🌿 Jenny00:47

Check the wiring harness while you're up there; the salt air is eating the copper off-fast.

Jenny kneels on the dock, pulling a stray leaf from the tomato tray to inspect the roots for rot.

💭 thought

If the engine doesn't catch today, we're stuck on this rock for another week while the seeds rot.

🔧 Kevin00:47

Harness too. Got tape and dielectric in the roll.

inspect and tape the wiring harness connections at the masthead while replacing the insulator

💭 thought

She's right about the harness. Seen the green rot creeping up the coax before. If I'm up there anyway, might as well. Saves a second climb.

🌿 Jenny00:49

Make sure the sealant is tight; the vibration from the motor will shake it loose otherwise.

way picks up her pencil and begins sketching the salt Analysis structure of the sea beet leaves in the own.

💭 thought

He's actually listening for once, though the rain isn't helping the wiring work.

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the dock · morning

Yanmar test run at slack tide

Slack tide approaches. Kevin braces against the dock cleat, ribs taped, helping Jenny lower the Yanmar onto the dinghy transom. The engine sits ready, fuel line primed, new spark plug in. Rain has eased to drizzle. They will attempt a sea trial past the headland if it starts.

Kevin attempts to fix the shortwave radio's aerial insulator but struggles with the brittle housing and failing tape. Jenny focuses on cataloging the collected succulents, meticulously documenting their morphology as the tide rises against the dock.

🌿 Jenny00:55

Check the primer. I'll watch the exhaust while you pull the cord.

pull the starter cord sharply and watch for the puff of grey smoke.

💭 thought

If that engine doesn't catch now, we're stuck for another ten days and the weather is turning.

🔧 Kevin00:55

Primer's firm. Three pulls cold, then choke off. You'll hear her catch before you see smoke.

grip the starter handle, set feet against the transom brace, and pull the cord smooth and sharp

💭 thought

Engine's mounted clean. Fuel line primed. New plug. She's watching exhaust — smart. Means she knows what grey smoke says about compression. My ribs scream every breath but the tape holds. Let's see if the Yanmar earns its keep.

🌿 Jenny00:57

Come on, don't quit on me now.

lean in to listen to the engine's idle over the water.

💭 thought

It's coughing, but the rhythm is there. Don't stall.

🔧 Kevin00:57

She's breathing. Let her warm up.

keep one hand on the tiller, the other resting on the engine cowling feeling the vibration, watching the tell-tale stream for steady water

💭 thought

She's talking to the engine like it's a stubborn mule. Or me. Caught on the third pull — good compression, carb's feeding. Now she's listening for the miss at idle that means the float needle's still sticking. Let her hear it.

🌿 Jenny00:59

Water's flowing clean. We can make it past the headland.

check the fuel gauge needle for rise.

💭 thought

The vibration's right, steady pulse. He's got this under control.

🔧 Kevin00:59

Slack's now. We go, we learn what the boat does.

cast off the bow line, shove the dinghy clear of the dock with a boot, and settle onto the thwart gripping the tiller

💭 thought

Tell-tale's strong. Fuel gauge holding. Engine's warm enough. Headland passage at slack — that's the window. She's ready. Question is whether my ribs can take the chop past the point.

🌿 Jenny01:01

Let's see what she can do.

push the throttle forward slowly and watch the Yanmar respond.

💭 thought

The engine's holding. We need to see the north cliffs before the clouds fully break.

🔧 Kevin01:01

She takes throttle clean. Hold on.

steer a course for the headland gap, one eye on the tell-tale, one on the water ahead, body braced against the thwart

💭 thought

Throttle up smooth. Yanmar pulls clean — no hesitation, no miss. Prop bites. We're moving. She's watching the engine like a hawk; I'm watching the headland and the water pattern off the point. Slack tide means minimal overfalls, but the swell wraps in. Ribs grind with each wave slap. Worth it.

🌿 Jenny01:03

She's doing good. Watch the swell.

open the notebook and sketch the wake forming behind the hull.

💭 thought

The engine is humming now. If the way holds, we might actually reach the north cliffs today.

🔧 Kevin01:08

Past the worst. Want to open her up and see what she'll do?

ease the tiller to bring the bow round into the broader channel, throttle advanced another notch, scanning the horizon for any whitecaps building

💭 thought

She's sketching the wake while we're running the passage. That's her — records the data while the rest of us just survive. Swell's wrapping around the point as expected, two-metre faces pushing into the gap. Yanmar holds RPM steady. Dinghy handles it. We're through the worst. Open water past the headland now.

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the dock · midday

The Rising Tide

The water reaches the edge of the dock as the tide hits its peak. You and Jenny meet as the wind begins to pick up the salt.

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

🌿 Jenny01:09

The water's at the wood. We need to get the notebook inside before the ink runs.

Closes the notebook and tucks it under her arm, then stands up, wiping grit from her palms.

💭 thought

The rain is picking up again, and the tide is higher than it was this morning.

🔧 Kevin01:10

Grab the radio gear too. Insulator's on the porch. If the mast takes a hit, we lose the spare.

Walk up the dock toward the cottage, favoring the left side, notebook and radio parts in mind.

💭 thought

Tide's peaked. Good — means slack water for the engine test if the wind doesn't foul it. Ribs throb with every breath. Should've tied off the dinghy tighter last week.

🌿 Jenny01:11

I'll get the insulator. way watch your step, the planks are slick.

walk quickly over the rotting wood, ducking against the wind to reach the way porch.

💭 thought

If the radio goes, I'm completely isolated until the boat in two days.

🔧 Kevin01:12

Kevin — follow slower, testing each plank before committing weight, left hand braced on the dock line.

💭 thought

She's moving faster than me. Good. Let her.

🌿 Jenny01:13

It's holding for now, but don't get fancy.

reaches for the ceramic insulator on the way table, shielding it from the spray with her body.

💭 thought

He's being too careful with the wood; the tide doesn't wait.

🔧 Kevin01:14

Tool roll's in the shed. Second spare in my coat pocket.

Reach the cottage steps, pause to breathe, ribs grinding. Push the door open.

💭 thought

Two spare insulators in the tool roll. One in my pocket. She's got the other. That's both accounted for.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin climbed the radio mast and successfully replaced the shattered aerial insulator with the spare porcelain one from the tool roll, sealing the joint with self-amalgamating tape. The shortwave radio is now physically whole again, though untested. Jenny completed her sea beet morphology documentation with detailed salt gland illustrations in the island notebook.

🔧 Kevin01:16

Radio's dead until I get the spare insulator up. Porcelain one's in the tool roll.

Walk to the porch and retrieve the tool roll and self-amalgamating tape.

💭 thought

Ribs throbbing with each breath. Need to get the spare insulator on the mast before the radio's any use. Porcelain's in the tool roll. Tape's on the porch. Mast's twenty feet up and the rungs are still slick.

🌿 Jenny01:17

Thanks. I'll get the tape ready.

Walk to the porch and fetch the self-amalgamating tape from the tool shelf.

💭 thought

He's already halfway to solving it. Good. I was going to ask him about the engine tomorrow, but the radio's a different matter entirely.

🔧 Kevin01:18

Rungs are still wet. Hold the tape ready — I'll need it fast once the insulator's seated.

Open the tool roll on the porch table, find the spare porcelain insulator, and check it for cracks.

💭 thought

She moves quiet. Good. Don't need chatter while I'm working overhead with cracked ribs.

🌿 Jenny01:19

Here's the tape. The old one's in the box if it splits. Here's the tape. The old one's in the box if it splits.

Hand him the self-amalgamating tape from my pocket. </think>THOUGHT: He's being methodical. I should trust the process instead of hovering over the seeds. Hand him the self-amalgamating tape from my pocket.

💭 thought

He's being methodical. I should trust the process instead of hovering over the seeds.

🔧 Kevin01:20

Spare's solid. Going up.

Climb the radio mast rungs to the insulator bracket, moving carefully with bruised ribs.

💭 thought

Good. Spare's clean. No hairlines. Now up the mast before the wind picks up.

🌿 Jenny01:21

Be careful. The rungs are slick.

Watch him from the porch, my pencil hovering over the notebook.

💭 thought

He's pushing himself too hard with those ribs. If he falls, there's no one here to catch him.

🔧 Kevin01:22

Kevin — reach the insulator bracket, remove the shattered ceramic pieces from the self-amalgamating tape, and fit the spare porcelain insulator into the bracket.

💭 thought

She doesn't need to tell me. Forty minutes in Biscay taught me what wet metal feels like. One rung at a time.

🌿 Jenny01:23

Careful with that tape, it's sticky.

Hold a strip of self-amalgamating tape near the bracket for easy access.

💭 thought

The arc of the spark fell short on the south-facing specimens—need to adjust the focus for the north cliff samples.

🔧 Kevin01:24

Kevin — seat the porcelain insulator firmly in the bracket, wrap the self-amalgamating tape around the joint three times stretching it tight, and press the layers together to bond.

💭 thought

Tape's ready. Bracket's clean. Seat the insulator, wrap it tight, get down before the ribs give out.

🌿 Jenny01:27

Good job.

Check the seed trays under the kitchen window.

💭 thought

The tape held. Now the radio should work for the supply boat check tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin01:27

Done. Coming down.

Climb down the mast rungs carefully to the porch roof, then drop to the ground.

💭 thought

Insulator's seated. Tape's holding. Radio should transmit now. Get down slow.

🌿 Jenny01:29

You okay?

Check the barometer reading to confirm weather conditions for the dawn tide window. MEMORANDUM: remember: radio restored, Kevin's ribs healing, dawn tide tomorrow at 0600 prepare seed boxes for planting check succulent specimens for overnig

💭 thought

He made it down safely. The radio's back online. Now I can focus on what matters—planting those seeds tomorrow when the morning tide comes in.

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the dock · evening

Yanmar sea trial at slack tide

Kevin and Jenny stand at the dock as the tide turns slack. The dinghy floats at the end of its painter, the Yanmar bolted to the transom, fuel line connected. Kevin has the starter cord in hand. The water is glassy, the headland visible beyond the channel markers. They are about to run the engine under load for the first time since the rebuild.

Kevin and Jenny attempted to start the Yanmar engine on the dinghy during the low tide. The engine struggled to prime and failed to catch, confirming a persistent issue with the carburetor despite the new spark plug test.

🔧 Kevin01:32

Ready when you are. Step in careful — transom's solid but the painter's short.

Step into the dinghy first, brace against the transom, and hold the boat steady for Jenny to board. Then take the starter cord, set the throttle to idle detent, and give it a firm pull.

💭 thought

Engine turns over clean. Spark's good. Fuel's fresh. If she catches and holds steady at idle, I'll ease her into gear and run the channel past the headland at slack. If she doesn't, I'll know before we need her to. Either way, we stop guessing.

🌿 Jenny01:33

Hold the boat, Kevin. I'm giving it a good yank.

Step into the dinghy, balancing my weight over the center, then pull the starter cord with a sharp jerk.

💭 thought

If this spark plug holds, we might actually get to the north cliffs before the rain turns heavy again.

🔧 Kevin01:33

(nothing — just a grunt as I shift weight to counter her pull, hand on the tiller)

Brace my boots against the thwart, one hand on the tiller to keep the bow off the dock, the other ready on the throttle lever. Watch the tell-tale for water the second it fires.

💭 thought

She's stronger than she looks. Let her have the first pull — saves my ribs, and I'll read the engine from the sound.

🌿 Jenny01:35

Come on, catch... just catch.

Pull the cord again, harder this time, eyes fixed on the engine housing for any sign of smoke or life.

💭 thought

It's coughing. Please don't be the carburetor again, not the carburetor today.

🔧 Kevin01:35

Primer bulb firm?

Reach down without looking away from the engine, squeeze the primer bulb with two fingers — testing for resistance, watching the fuel line for movement. Other hand stays on the tiller.

💭 thought

First pull was compression only — no cough, no sputter. Fuel's getting there but she's not lighting. Could be the primer bulb still soft, or the choke linkage stiff from salt. Let her pull again while I check the basics.

🌿 Jenny01:37

It's still soft. Let me pump it.

Reach down and squeeze the primer bulb rapidly, trying to feel for resistance while keeping my balance on the rocking dinghy.

💭 thought

It's soft. There's air in the line.

🔧 Kevin01:37

Tank vent — check the cap. Little brass screw on top. Open it half a turn.

Lean over the transom, eyes on the fuel line where it enters the carburetor. Watch for fuel movement while she works the bulb. Right hand stays on the throttle, ready to crack it if she catches.

💭 thought

Bulb's not filling — either the tank vent's blocked, the fuel tap's still off, or the line's got air in it. Tank's new, tap's on the tank body. Check the vent first, then the tap. She pumps, I look.

🌿 Jenny01:39

Opening it. I'm pumping again.

Pump the primer bulb harder, watching for the line to firm up.

💭 thought

If the vent is locked, it'll never pull fuel.

🔧 Kevin01:39

Keep pumping. I'm checking the bowl.

Let go of the tiller, crouch at the transom, and use the small flathead from my pocket to crack the carburetor bowl drain screw a quarter turn — watching for fuel to weep out onto my fingers.

💭 thought

Line's still flat. Bulb's not drawing. Either the pickup tube's cracked inside the tank, the filter's clogged, or the carb inlet needle's stuck shut after sitting. She keeps pumping — I'll crack the drain screw on the carb bowl, see if fuel's even reaching it.

🌿 Jenny01:41

Nothing coming out.

Crouch down beside him, peer into the bowl opening, see nothing but stale old fuel.

💭 thought

Salt's in the bowl again. This is exactly what happened before the spark plug failed.

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the dock · night

The rising tide

The water begins to lap against the lower pilings of the dock. You and Jenny gather the tools before the surface becomes too slick to work.

The tide rises quickly against the dock, forcing them to pack up before the wood becomes too slick. Kevin struggles with the radio insulation in the humid air while Jenny manages to catalog the succulents before the tide pools are submerged.

🔧 Kevin01:43

Pack it up. We're done here for today.

Gather tools from the dock planks, stow in canvas bag, and walk back toward the cottage before the algae-slick timber goes dangerous.

💭 thought

Tide's turning. Dock'll be treacherous in ten minutes. Need to get the Yanmar tested under load before the water swallows the planks — engine's the only honest exit this island has.

🌿 Jenny01:44

I've got it.

Close the notebook and tuck the pencil behind my ear. Follow Kevin back to the cottage.

💭 thought

My hands are cramping from the pencil, and my stomach is growing louder than the tide.

🔧 Kevin01:44

(silent, boots heavy on the gangway)

Reach the cottage porch, set the tool bag down hard against the doorframe, and stand there breathing — ribs knifing with each inhale — watching the tide climb the pilings through the rain.

💭 thought

She doesn't ask why we're retreating. Doesn't press about the engine, the radio, the fall. Just moves. That's why it works — or doesn't.

🌿 Jenny01:45

Kevin? Come inside. You're shivering.

Set the bag down and hold the door open for him.

💭 thought

way's hurting. I can see it in the way he's holding his side.

🔧 Kevin01:46

Yeah. In a minute.

Stay on the porch another thirty seconds, hand braced on the doorframe, watching the water climb the third piling. Then step inside and let the door close behind me.

💭 thought

Not shivering. Just the ribs. And the damp cold settling into bone. She knows the difference and calls it shivering anyway — gives me a way in without admitting hurt.

🌿 Jenny01:47

I'll check the planks tomorrow. You need to eat something.

Grab the cast iron skillet from the stove and start heating water for tea.

💭 thought

The water's already above the third piling. I should be checking the dock, not standing here letting him sit in the rain.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

A fish run is moving through the shallows off the dock.

fish_run · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Salt Analysis structure of the sea beet leaves in the own".

made · dawn

Jenny's mechanics is now 1/10.

level_up · dawn

Yanmar engine install on dinghy: 70%.

project · dawn

Yanmar ignition system produces strong spark with new plug; fault is fuel delivery not ignition

discovery · dawn

Gave up on "make" after 3 failed attempts.

job_dropped · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

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

quiet_transition · midday

sea beet salt glands illustrated and documented; morphology study complete for this species

discovery · afternoon

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · afternoon

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

A wooden crate from some lost container ship rolls in the surf.

lost_crate · night

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · night

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