the keeper's cottage · day 407 · afternoon

the storm arrives

The first heavy drops of rain hit the roof. Kevin and Jenny are inside as the wind howls.

Kevin braced the mooring ring with oak wedges and doubled the heavy weather line around it and the piling while the tide surged and the barometer fell to 992 hPa. Jenny re-dressed her ankle, drained the garden trench, and checked the seed tin for moisture as the storm closed in.

🔧 Kevin16:17

Jenny, I'm going to check the dock lines — now, while we can still see. The wind's backing east and the pressure's dropping fast. If that mooring ring shifts under load, we could lose the dinghy or worse.

grab crowbar and spare oak wedges from porch, step into rain, walk south toward dock at quick pace, eyes on the mooring ring and sister plank alignment as wind pushes against me.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's picking up from the east — barometer's at 992 and falling fast. This isn't just rain; it's the squall building. I need to secure the mooring lines before dark, even if the tide's high. The greenheart sister plank's floating on a void — those driftwood braces won't hold if the surge comes harder than forecast. And I still haven't called Tom at 1800. Radio might die if the insulator gives out.

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🌿 Jenny16:17

way're an idiot. Take the radio. If the barometer drops another point, call.

Stand up wincing as my ankle flares, grab the radio from the shelf, limp to the door to watch him disappear into the grey.

💭 peek at the thought

If he goes out there in this surge with that ankle, he'll slip on the rocks and I can't pull him out.

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🔧 Kevin16:19

Right. Radio. 1800 call to Tom — I'll try from the dock if the signal holds.

take radio from her, clip to belt, check volume knob, thumb the PTT once to verify transmit light, then turn and jog down the slick grass toward the dock, boots sliding on wet stone, wind cutting through oilskin.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Stubborn habit — always forget the radio when the weather turns. The handset's heavy in my palm, static already humming through the speaker. Wind's tearing at the porch roof. Mooring ring's loose in the mortise, sister plank floating on void, driftwood braces temporary. If the surge hits hard, the dock goes. And I'm out here alone with a crowbar and wedges. She's watching from the door. Her ankle's bad. If something happens to me —

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🌿 Jenny16:19

Stay on the channel! Don't go out past the pier!

way against the doorframe, hand pressed to my swollen ankle, watching his silhouette get swallowed by the rain.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to break his neck for a piece of wood and a bit of rope.

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🔧 Kevin16:21

Channel 16, Jenny. I'm at the pilings — checking the sister plank and ring now. Wind's east, pressure falling — I'll double the lines if the mortise won't hold.

brace against first piling, peer into churning water under dock beam, use crowbar to test play in mooring ring, feel for shift in mortise while rain stings eyes, note how much the sister plank sags where it's bolted but unsupported below.

💭 peek at the thought

She's scared. Not for the gear — for me. Wind's howling now, rain sideways, barometer dropping like a stone. Mooring ring's loose, sister plank floating, tide high and rising fast. If the wind backs west like the journal said, surge comes quicker than forecast. I'm past the cottage now, dock pilings looming through the grey. Radio crackles on my belt — 991 hPa. One more drop and I'm supposed to double lines and wedge the ring. But I can't wedge it if the beam's already scoured beneath. Need to see how bad it is before I act.

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🌿 Jenny16:22

The tide is too high, Kevin! Come back now!

Grip the doorframe, knuckles white, watching the surge hit the pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

If that ring goes, the dinghy goes with it, and he's stranded on the wrong side.

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🔧 Kevin16:23

I can't leave it like this! If the ring goes, we lose the dinghy and the mooring — call Tom after I wedge it, I promise!

shove oak wedges into mortise on both sides of the ring with crowbar, lean full weight to drive them deep, test for play, then wrap heavy weather line twice around ring and piling, cinch tight with half-hitches, shout over wind: "Hold!" as

💭 peek at the thought

She's right — tide's high, surge is hitting the pilings hard, greenheart sister plank's bolted but the beam's scoured underneath, driftwood braces groaning under load. Mooring ring shifts in the mortise with every heave. If I don't wedge it now, the ring could tear out completely when the wind backs west. Radio's at 990 hPa — one more drop and I'm past the threshold. I can't come back empty-handed; the dock won't hold the night.

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