the old shrine · day 25 · night

Evening at the Shrine

The tide finally begins to pull back, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools. You share the boiled limpets in the fading light of the overcast sky.

Kevin and Jenny rest at the old shrine as the tide begins to fall. They consume the boiled limpets and sea beet while planning the next morning's work on the garden wall.

🌿 Jenny20:19

The tide is finally out. We need to check the water tank tomorrow morning.

Sketch the salt patterns on the weathered stones and the way the water recedes.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in nine days, those seeds are going to rot before they combination see soil.

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🔧 Kevin20:20

Aye. Tank first, then wall at low water. Radio at 0600.

eat limpets from the pot, wipe hands on trousers, stand stiffly and stretch lower back

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's dropping. Good. Means I can get at the wall properly at 0630. The limpets are done — hot, salty, actual food. My back's loosening up. Need to check the tank level first thing, she's right. And the radio sked at 0600. The helicopter message. She's waiting.

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🌿 Jenny20:21

0600 is fine. I'll have the log ready.

Close the notebook and stand up, feeling the ache in my knees.

💭 peek at the thought

He's acting like a schedule will save us if the boat stays away.

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🔧 Kevin20:22

Right.

pick up the crowbar, turn toward the cottage path, walk slow to favour the back

💭 peek at the thought

She's not pushing about the helicopter. Not yet. She said she'd have the log ready — means she knows there's something to log. The medevac message. Coast guard on 16, supply boat diverted, no ETA. I've sat on it eleven days. Tomorrow at 0600 I key the mic and tell her. Both of them.

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🌿 Jenny20:23

Don't trip on the rocks in the dark.

Watch him walk toward the cottage, feeling the chill seep through my damp clothes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving slower than yesterday. The island is getting heavy.

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🔧 Kevin20:24

I won't.

navigate the ridge path down to the cottage in the dim light, boots sure on wet stone, reach the porch and pause with hand on doorframe

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching. Always watching now. The rocks are slick but I know every step — placed these feet a hundred times in worse dark. The cottage porch light's on. Coffee in the jar, corned beef in the crate. Four hours till radio. Five till low tide. Sleep first.

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