the keeper's cottage · day 379 · night

hiding out the storm

Kevin and Jenny are inside as the wind picks up, rattling the roof tiles. The lantern flickers as the rain intensifies.

The rain continues its steady rhythmic drumming against the cottage roof as the night deepens. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools, while Kevin and Jenny sit in the dim light of the kitchen, the smell of salt and sea beet filling the space. The weight of the coming storm hangs heavy in the air, reflected in the steadily falling mercury of the barometer.

🔧 Kevin13:14

South piling's the weak point. Greenheart shim held at low tide but the scour hole's deeper than I thought. Come morning I'll need to sister it proper — through-bolts into sound timber below the rot line.

Walk to the kitchen, lift the kettle off the stove, pour hot water into two enamel mugs, set one on the table beside Jenny's notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's still dropping. Wind's backing southwest — going to push swell straight into the dock face. The ring held at high tide but the pilings take the real load. If the south piling works loose, the whole structure goes.

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🌿 Jenny13:14

Check the bolts first. If the wood is soft, the sister won't hold.

Jenny wrap her hands around the warm mug, watching the steam fog her glasses, then returns to the sketch of sea beet morphology.

💭 peek at the thought

If the south piling goes, the whole dock fails, and the dinghy goes with it.

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🔧 Kevin13:17

Sounded the toe. Didn't sound the shaft. First light I'll drill pilot holes every foot, see where the solid wood starts.

Pull the chair out, sit opposite her, blow across the mug's surface, watch the steam disperse.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Rushed the shim job at low tide — didn't sound the full length. If the rot runs deep, through-bolts just pull out. Need to probe every hole before I commit steel.

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🌿 Jenny13:20

Don't drill too fast. You'll split the grain before you find the heart.

Jenny taps the pencil lead against the edge of the salt gland sketch, then winces as the throbbing in her ankle flares.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focused on the wood, and I'm focused on the skin.

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