the keeper's cottage · day 344 · evening

Evening Heat Lingers

The sun finally begins to dip, but the temperature remains stubbornly high. You and Jenny meet on the porch to watch for a breeze that does not yet come.

The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long, orange shadows across the dry island. The tide has retreated significantly, exposing slick rocks and the floor of the tide pools near the dock. Inside the cottage, the air is warm with the scent of drying mint and salt, while the steady trade wind hums through the radio mast wires.

🌿 Jenny02:55

Still like an oven. I can't even think straight in this.

Lean back against the whitewashed wall and close my eyes, letting the heat press against my skin.

💭 peek at the thought

My head is swimming. I can't remember the last time I actually felt full, or slept without waking up at 3 AM.

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🔧 Kevin02:55

Tide's right in twenty minutes. Third bolt at the mooring ring. You staying here?

walk down to the dock with the drill and the last 150mm through-bolt

💭 peek at the thought

She's fading in this heat. We both are. But the tide's dropping and that third bolt won't drill itself.

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🌿 Jenny02:57

I'll come. I can hold the light if it's getting dark under the pier.

Push off the wall and follow him down to the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't just sit here staring at these pages. I need to move, or I'll just sink into the floorboards.

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🔧 Kevin02:57

Ankle'll hate the ladder.

descend the dock ladder to the mortise level, drill in hand, bolt in pocket

💭 peek at the thought

She shouldn't be on that ladder with her ankle. But she'll come anyway. Same as always.

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🌿 Jenny02:59

It'll be fine. Just don't take forever.

Carefully descend the ladder, keeping my weight on the outside of the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He remembers. That's... actually nice. But I'm not an invalid.

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🔧 Kevin02:59

Hold the headlamp steady on the starboard face. Third hole, centre of the mortise, fifteen degrees down.

brace against the greenheart sister plank, align the drill bit on the marked centre point, start drilling the third 150mm through-bolt hole

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. Purple swelling at noon and she's still climbing ladders. Stubborn as the dock rot.

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🌿 Jenny03:01

I have it. Don't rush.

Squat low on the beam and steady the headlamp on the drill bit.

💭 peek at the thought

If that drill slips, the whole plank is ruined. Focus on the light, not the heat.

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🔧 Kevin03:01

Kevin — apply steady pressure, drill through the mortise timber into the sound core beneath, clear chips every few seconds

💭 peek at the thought

Clean entry. Bit's sharp. Let the weight do the work.

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