The first heavy drops of rain hit the corrugated roof, smelling of dust and salt. The wind picks up from the east, rattling the palm fronds outside.
Kevin checked the dinghy lines at the dock as the tide surged in and the barometer fell sharply. Jenny watched from the porch, then turned to her sketchbook and the garden's needs.
🔧 Kevin22:41
Jenny — you at the cottage?
walk to the porch door and listen for her, hand on the frame
💭 peek at the thought
Storm's here. Wind's shifted east — that's wrong for this time of year. Barometer's falling faster than the forecast said. Need to get the spar and oarlock inside before the porch blows apart. And the dinghy at the dock — if the surge comes up under it with that transom bracket cracked, we lose the only way off this rock. Jenny's out there somewhere. She knows weather. But she's lighter than me, and the path to the spring gets slippery when the rain hits the clay.
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🌿 Jenny22:42
I'm in the kitchen. The stove is cold.
Jenny closes her way and pushes it up, then walks to the wood stove to check the embers.
💭 peek at the thought
The rain is coming in hard. I haven't finished the sketch of the rideline, and the humidity is going to ruin the paper anyway. I'm so hungry I could eat the tin, but the seeds are still dry.
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🔧 Kevin22:42
Pressure's dropping fast. Wind's east — wrong direction. Going to check the dinghy lines at the dock before the surge comes up. Back in twenty.
grab the oilskin from the hook, pull it on, and head out the porch door toward the dock
💭 peek at the thought
She's inside. Good. Stove cold means she hasn't eaten either. The rain's coming down harder now — can hear it on the roof. Wind's still building from the east. Need to secure the dinghy at the dock before the surge picks up, but don't want to leave her alone if the cottage takes a hit. The transom bracket's cracked, the oarlock's not fitted yet, and the mast's still unstepped. If the dinghy breaks loose tonight, we're stuck here until the supply boat — whenever that comes. She's at the stove. Might as well get food going while I decide.
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🌿 Jenny22:45
Stay safe out there. The lines are secure.
Stay safe out there. The lines are secure.
Jenny stokes the fire in the wood stove, then grabs her sketchbook and heads to the window to watch Kevin disappear toward the dock.
💭 peek at the thought
The pressure is falling fast - I can feel it in my joints. Kevin's going out to check the dinghy before the surge. I should be out there with him, but I need to finish the soil map first. That succulent by the spring... it's still not right in my head.
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🔧 Kevin22:45
(nothing — already moving)
jog down the path to the dock, oilskin hood up, assessing the dinghy's lines and the water level as I approach
💭 peek at the thought
She says the lines are secure. She doesn't know the transom bracket's cracked — I never told her. If the surge lifts the stern and the bracket fails, no line holds. Twenty minutes round trip if I run. Rain's sheeting now, wind gusting past thirty. The dock's slick. One wrong step and I'm in the water again. Forty minutes in the Bay of Biscay taught me what cold water does. But the dinghy's the only way off this island. If it's gone, we wait for a supply boat that might not come.
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🌿 Jenny22:47
The tide is coming in fast! Watch the swell!
Jenny sets the own on the table and moves to the porch, watching the rain lash against the glass.
💭 peek at the thought
The rain is turning into a downpour. If the barometer drops any further, the boat is going to have a hell time tomorrow. I should have gathered more wood ash yesterday, but the humidity was too high. I'm starving—my stomach is growling louder than the thunder—and there's nothing but dried mint and salt air.
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