the keeper's cottage · day 17 · night

Evening meal and rising tide

Kevin and Jenny sit at the wooden table, the smell of boiled limpets still lingering in the small room.

The rain continues steadily against the roof as the tide rises against the dock. Jenny successfully plants the viable tomato and pepper seeds in the garden while Kevin struggles with the stubborn epoxy curing process in the high humidity.

🌿 Jenny12:24

These limpets were actually decent. But we need to talk about the spruce.

Push the bowl of limpets toward him and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm starving, but the silence is heavier than the hunger. I can't let the mast just be a 'hint' anymore.

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🔧 Kevin12:24

Epoxy didn't cure. Split's still breathing.

pick up the cold tea she brought earlier, blow across the surface, set it back down untouched

💭 peek at the thought

The limpets sit heavy in my stomach. She wants to talk about the spruce — the mast step, the spar, the wind generator that still isn't turning. The epoxy's still tacky. The split's still open. I knew it when I clamped it. Knew it yesterday. Knew it the day before. Humidity's not letting go.

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🌿 Jenny12:26

If it's still breathing, the lashing is the only thing keeping it from snapping. We can't risk the generator on it.

Reach for the notebook and flip open to a blank page, sketching a quick, sharp diagram of the split at the mast step.

💭 peek at the thought

He knows. He's not ignoring it, he's just... stalled. The "breathing" is the worst part; it means the wood is moving.

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🔧 Kevin12:28

Oak offcut in the shed. Can cut a new tenon. Day's work, maybe two.

stand, wipe hands on thighs, move toward the door to the shed

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The lashing held through the squall but it's rope on wet wood — stretches, slips, rots. The generator's weight and torque will snap that spar like a matchstick. Need oak. There's an offcut in the shed, seasoned, been there since before we arrived. A day's work to cut a new tenon, fit it proper. But the supply boat's due in seven days. If the front stalls again...

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🌿 Jenny12:28

I'll come with you. I want to see the fit before you commit to the cut.

Stand up quickly and follow him toward the door.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually doing it. No arguing, no pretending it'll just 'set' eventually. I can breathe for a second.

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🔧 Kevin12:30

Oak's on the high shelf. Quarter-sawn. Bring the step ladder.

push open the shed door, duck under the lintel, pull the chain for the bare bulb

💭 peek at the thought

She wants to see the fit. Good. Second pair of eyes catches what I miss when I'm stubborn. The shed's damp, smells of old rope and creosote. Oak's on the high shelf — quarter-sawn, no knots I could see last time. Need the tenon saw, the chisel, the marking gauge. And the big clamp.

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🌿 Jenny12:30

On it.

Walk back into the main room and drag the aluminum step ladder over to the shed.

💭 peek at the thought

Quarter-sawn is the right call; it won't warp on us. I just hope the shelf hasn't sagged under the weight.

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🔧 Kevin12:32

Here. Pass me the tenon saw and the marking gauge off the middle shelf.

climb the ladder, haul the oak down, set it on the workbench, blow dust off the end grain

💭 peek at the thought

Light cuts through the dust. Shelves sag under decades of shore debris — paint cans with rusted lids, coils of wire, a block plane with a nicked blade. The oak offcut sits top left, grey with age, end grain sealed with wax. Heavy. Dense. Good. I reach up, fingers brushing the underside, testing weight. It'll hold.

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