the old shrine · day 337 · evening

The Approaching Front

The sun begins to dip, but the heat remains. The tide starts to turn back toward the dock.

Kevin and Jenny met at the shrine as the heat peaked to discuss the approaching storm. They spent the afternoon checking the dock's structural integrity and the garden's protection measures, while the tide began to rise rapidly.

🔧 Kevin20:01

Kevin — walk from the shrine down to the dock, keeping to the shaded side of the hill where the ground’s firmer. Test the mooring ring by grabbing the heavy weather line and giving it a sharp sideways jerk — feel if it shifts in the mortise.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat’s still thick, but the tide’s coming back in. I can feel the shift in the air — pressure dropping, barometer steady but low. If a storm’s coming, I’d rather know before dark. Jenny’s inside with the sketches. I should check the dock mooring ring — it’s been loose, and with the tide turning, it’ll start to work again.

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🌿 Jenny20:01

Jenny — wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of a dusty hand and trace the rusted surface of the seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking the hardware while I'm checking the ghosts in this dirt. If that ring pulls, the boat goes, and I stay here.

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🔧 Kevin20:03

Kevin — reach the dock. Crouch at the seaward piling where the mooring ring sits in its mortise. Grip the heavy weather line — the second stern spring — and heave it hard sideways, then up, testing the ring’s play in the greenheart sister plank and

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💭 peek at the thought

She’s at the cottage with the seed tin. Not following. Good — means she’s got her head in the work. The tide’s pushing back up the beach, slow and quiet. The ring’s been loose for days. If it pulls free now, with the supply boat due in a week, we lose the dinghy’s only solid tie-off. I’ll check it proper before the water gets too high.

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🌿 Jenny20:05

Jenny — stand up and watch him work the line, my eyes tracking the way the ring groans against the wood.

💭 peek at the thought

The wood is solid for now, but the salt is eating it anyway, just like it's eating these seeds.

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🔧 Kevin20:05

Ring’s got three millimetres of play at the crown. Wedges are holding but the mortise is hollow underneath. When the tide covers the scour, the load goes sideways on the bolts.

Stay crouched. Run fingers along the joint where the ring’s iron neck meets the greenheart. Feel for warmth — any sign the bolts are working. Tap the oak wedges with the heel of my palm. One gives a dull note. The others ring true.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s watching from the cottage porch. Can see the line of her shoulders against the door frame. The ring groans — low, deep, like something waking up. There’s play. Not much. But enough. The oak wedges I drove in at low tide are holding, but the mortise is scoured underneath. The greenheart sister plank’s bolted solid, but it’s floating on a void. When the tide tops that scour, the load path changes. If the ring pulls, it takes the sister plank with it.

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🌿 Jenny20:07

We need to reset the wedges before the next tide comes in hard. It won't hold the strain.

Squat beside him, poking at the gap with the tip of a knife to see how deep the rot goes.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wood is hollow, the whole structure is a lie. I can't lose the boat, not with the storm coming.

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🔧 Kevin20:07

I’ll make a putty. Sawdust and epoxy residue. Pack it behind the wedges before the tide turns hard.

Stand, brush off my knees. Walk back toward the cottage, then cut inland to the workshop shed where the epoxy tub and sawdust pile are kept under the lean-to. Scoop a handful of dry, salt-stiff sawdust into an old tin cup.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right. The wedges are split, the mortise is soft. We can’t just drive more wood in — it’s got to be sealed or it’ll just wash out again. I’ve got the copper spray from the jam jar, but that’s for plants. Not this. What we need is something that’ll swell and bind — like the cedar shims we used on the north piling, but treated. Or… the epoxy tub’s nearly empty, but there’s still residue. If I mix it with sawdust from the rotted plank pile, it’ll make a putty. Pack it behind the wedges, let it kick. It’ll hold until the boat comes.

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🌿 Jenny20:12

Jenny — follow him to the shed, fingers already counting how much of that precious epoxy remains. </think><tool_call>remember: The ring has play, the mortise is hollow, and the tide will not wait.</think>THOUGHT: Epoxy and sawdust.

💭 peek at the thought

Epoxy and sawdust. A temporary bandage on a hungry wound.

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🔧 Kevin20:12

Two spoonfuls resin. One hardener. Mix slow — no bubbles.

Unscrew the epoxy tub. Tip it slow over the tin cup, scraping the sides with a putty knife. Every drop counts. Pour hardener from the small bottle — count the drops. Twenty-two. Stir with a splinter of spruce offcut.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s counting. I am too. The tub’s got maybe two tablespoons of resin left, half that in hardener if the ratio holds. Enough for a golf-ball glob of putty — if I don’t waste a drop. We’ll pack it tight behind the wedges, let it kick in the heat. Thirty minutes, maybe forty. The tide’ll be halfway up the pilings by then. If it holds, the ring won’t walk. If it doesn’t, we lose the dinghy’s best spring.

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🌿 Jenny20:16

Jenny — watch the resin turn liquid amber in the cup, remembering how it used to flow like water. </think> Watch the resin turn liquid amber in the cup, remembering how it used to flow like water.

💭 peek at the thought

Twenty-two drops. Less than I hoped for, but more than nothing. Twenty-two drops.

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🔧 Kevin20:16

Ready.

Cup the tin in one hand, splinter in the other. Walk fast back to the dock, boots quiet on the boards. Crouch at the mooring ring. Work the putty into the crown gap behind the dull-sounding wedge first — drive it deep with the knife tip.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s remembering. So am I. The first tub we opened on this island — fresh, pale, it ran like honey. This is the dregs. Thick as tar. The heat’s made it lazy. I stir slow, folding the sawdust in until it’s the colour of wet peat and holds a ridge when the splinter lifts. No bubbles. Good. The wedge gaps are narrow — this’ll have to be forced in with a knife blade.

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🌿 Jenny20:17

Pack it tight. We need to fill the whole void.

Press the knife into the gap, watching the mixture displace as it hits the hollow heart.

💭 peek at the thought

If this doesn't take, the whole ridge is a lost cause.

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🔧 Kevin20:17

Void’s deeper than I thought. Used half the putty on one wedge. The rest’ll have to do the other three.

Work the remaining putty into the other three wedge gaps, packing each until it crowns flush. Wipe the knife clean on a rag. Sit back on heels. Watch the ring. Wait.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right — the void goes deeper than the wedge. The putty disappears into the scour, sucked in like water into sand. I keep feeding it, knifeful by knifeful, until the mixture backs up and holds at the surface. The dull wedge firms. The others don’t move. Good. Now the ring’s neck is bedded in something that’ll swell, not shrink. The heat’ll kick the epoxy fast. We’ve got twenty minutes before the tide reaches the mortise.

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🌿 Jenny20:19

Let it set. Don't touch it until the boat comes.

Reach out and give the ring a gentle, testing tug, watching for any give in the new putty.

💭 peek at the thought

It's holding for now, but the wood is so soft under the pressure.

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