Days

Dawn found Kevin on the porch with binoculars raised to the north ridge, cloud base low over the Carex transect line. Jenny sat beside him, ankle elevated on a crate, fresh sea bee…

Dawn brought heavy air and steady pressure at 1002 hPa. Kevin checked the barometer while Jenny sat on the steps, ankle propped on a crate, watching clouds roll over the north ridg…

Dawn broke heavy and still over Sorrel Island. The barometer held at 1004, but the sky pressed low, thick with rain that had not yet fallen. Jenny sat on the porch with her swollen…

Rain lashed the dock planks at dawn. Kevin checked mooring line tension while Jenny wrapped her ankle dry on a crate, watching grey waves roll over the reef. The tide rose steadily…

Dawn light caught salt spray on the rail as Kevin checked the barometer: 1011 hPa and dropping. Jenny worked the north garden bed, scraping salt crust from saturated clay. "Pressur…

Dawn found Jenny on the steps watching clouds thicken over the north ridge while Kevin checked the barometer — 1013 hPa and falling. The air hung heavy, humid with coming rain. Kev…

Dawn found the lighthouse swallowed by fog. The air hung thick and wet, the barometer needle sliding down. Jenny stayed in the bunk, fever rising, ankle throbbing with infection. K…

Dawn arrived thick with mist, muffling the waves. Kevin and Jenny sat on the damp porch before he walked to the dock. "Radio check at 0800. Then south piling while the tide's still…

Dawn found the tide high against the corroded southern pilings, swell building from the southeast. Kevin checked mooring lines while Jenny watched clouds thicken over the north rid…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny on the south dock as the tide swelled against the pilings. Jenny checked the dinghy's mooring lines while Kevin watched clouds thicken over the island. K…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny on the dock as the tide receded fast, exposing slick algae and tide pools around the pilings. Humidity hung thick under a grey horizon. They doubled bow …

Dawn found them on the dock as the tide pulled back from the pilings. Kevin tested the sistered beams while Jenny watched salt-creep bloom on the rotting wood. "Don't lean too hard…

Dawn broke heavy and still over Sorrel Island. Jenny sat on the cottage steps with her ankle propped, watching epoxy cure on the jerry can repair while Kevin scanned the empty hori…

Dawn brought a hard south-east wind driving salt spray across the reef. Kevin checked tension on the landward cleat sistering while Jenny monitored water levels for surge signs. Th…

Dawn found Kevin on the porch with a wrench, the Yanmar idling while he checked mounting bolts. "Bolt tension's holding. Vibration's down to a hum at idle — comes back faint above …

Dawn found Kevin at the workbench brushing a second coat of epoxy onto the jerry can's pitted seam. The first coat was still tacky. "Epoxy's thin," he said. "Might need a second co…

Dawn broke clear over Sorrel Island, a light onshore breeze stirring the dry air as the tide fell low, exposing rocky tide pools. Kevin warmed the cracked diesel can with a propane…

Dawn found Kevin hauling the heavy supply crate onto the dock planks as the tide turned. Jenny sat on a weathered cedar beam, notebook in hand, clouds thickening overhead. Kevin pr…

Dawn found Kevin hauling a waterlogged crate onto the dock as the rising tide tugged the lower pilings. Jenny sat on a cedar beam, watching the barometer drop while rain intensifie…

Grey light lay flat on the water as the tide pushed against the dock pilings. Kevin crouched at the seaward corner of the dock with a 19mm wrench, inspecting the stainless through-…