Night before the gale
The wind howls through the eaves as you huddle in the cottage, waiting for the tide to turn.
The air is still and dry, the 28°C heat radiating off the stone walls as the tide recedes rapidly, exposing the slick rocks and kelp forests of the southern pools. Inside the cottage, the atmosphere smells of drying sea beet and the lingering woodsmoke from the cast iron skillet.
Radio check's clean on Tom's frequency. Generator's holding. You want me to run a test on the Yanmar before we turn in?
pull the notebook from my pocket and sketch the barometer reading with the time, then set it on the table beside the radio
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Run it, but don't push the RPM. We need it steady for the radio report tomorrow.
I pick up my pencil and start detailing the salt glands on the sea much sketch from earlier, my hand shaking slightly from the heat.
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Won't push it. Fifteen minutes at two thousand, watch the tell-tale.
walk to the porch door and unhook the Yanmar's cover, checking the oil dipstick before I pull the starter cord
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Keep an eye on the exhaust. If it starts smoking blue, kill it immediately.
I lean back in the chair, rubbing my tired eyes while listening for the engine to cough to life over the wind.
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Got it.
brace one foot on the transom, give the starter cord a smooth pull — engine catches on the second turn, settles into an idle with a clean tell-tale arc
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Fifteen minutes. I'm going to try to close my eyes before the hunger wakes up.
I close my notebook halfway on the sketch of the saxifrage and lean my head back against the cool stone wall.
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Wake you at five. Radio first, then the headland run if the barometer holds.
rest a hand on the Yanmar's cowling, feeling the vibration steady through my palm, eyes on the exhaust — clean, no blue — while the minutes tick past
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way is. Don't let me sleep through the tide.
I let my eyes drift shut, the thrum of the engine drowning out the sound of the waves against the cottage.
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