the old shrine · day 409 · evening

The Approaching Front

The wind howls through the eaves as the rain turns to a horizontal sheets. The pressure continues to fall.

Kevin and Jenny sit at the old shrine as the tide falls and the air grows heavy. They share the limpet broth while discussing the approaching storm indicated by the steady, falling pressure on the barometer.

🔧 Kevin18:11

(to himself, low) Chain's not gonna last the night if this builds.

Walk back to the cottage, strip off soaked oilskins, hang them by the stove. Check the barometer on the bulkhead — tap the glass, read the needle. Pour two mugs of the limpet broth, set one on the table by Jenny's chair.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's still dropping. Chain's the weak link — worn crown links won't take another surge like that. Need eyes on it at slack, but the sea state's saying no. Jenny's ankle held the line today; red streaks didn't advance. That's something. But she's quiet. The kind of quiet that means she's carrying more than she says.

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🌿 Jenny18:11

Thank you.

Reach for the mug with a trembling hand and take a small, cautious sip of the broth.

💭 peek at the thought

982 was the steady mark, but the needle is dipping again. I can feel the pressure change in my sinuses. He's worried about the chain, but I'm worried about the blood in my leg.

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🔧 Kevin18:13

Eat it hot. Salt'll help.

Sit opposite her at the table, blow on my own mug. Watch the steam rise. Listen to the wind hammer the shutters.

💭 peek at the thought

Hand's shaking. Cold, or the infection creeping, or just the weight of days like this. She doesn't complain. Never does. I'll check the dressing again before I turn in — four hours since last change, near enough.

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🌿 Jenny18:13

It's a good broth. Tastes like the tide.

Lean back in the chair and slowly sip more of the broth, eyes drifting toward the barometer.

💭 peek at the thought

Salt won't fix a systemic infection, but I need the calories to keep fighting. He's staring at me—he can see how pale I am.

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🔧 Kevin18:15

Aye. The tide.

Drink half the mug in one pull. Set it down hard. Get up and go to the radio shack — key the mic on 2182, then 4125, then 6215. Static on all three. Log the time and frequencies in the notebook. Come back to the table.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the glass too. Knows what 982 and falling means same as me. The tide taste — she's right. Limpets, seawater, a handful of sea beet. The island in a mug.

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🌿 Jenny18:15

Any word from the mainland?

Trace the rim of the mug with my thumb, feeling the heat throb in my calf.

💭 peek at the thought

Static. way the sound of the island talking back. If the boat doesn't come in five days, I'll be just part of the herbarium.

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🔧 Kevin18:17

Nothing. Just static.

Sit back down. Push my mug toward her — still half full. Pick up the notebook, flip to the dock log page. Run a thumb over the pencil marks: chain wear, shackle pin seized, backup line tension.

💭 peek at the thought

She asks like she expects a different answer. Like the sea might cough up a voice tonight. The supply boat's five days out if it comes. The radio's dead to the world. Tom's frequency was quiet at 0200, quiet at 1800. I don't tell her I tried his channel again. She didn't ask then. She won't ask now.

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🌿 Jenny18:17

The oak wedges should hold. I checked them twice.

Look away from him toward the window, watching if the water is any higher against the planks.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focusing on the dock because he can't look at my leg. The barometer is screaming now.

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🔧 Kevin18:19

You shouldn't have been on the dock alone. Not with that leg.

Reach across the table, two fingers on her wrist — just for a second. Feel the pulse. Hot. Fast. Let go. Tear a clean page from the notebook. Sketch the chain layout: crown links, shackle, backup line lead to bollard.

💭 peek at the thought

She checked them. On that ankle. Crawled the dock at low tide with the tide rising and the wind coming up, and she checked them twice. Didn't wake me. Didn't say. Just did it. The wedges are holding. The doubler plate's holding. The through-bolts are holding. It's the chain I don't trust — worn crown links, seized shackle pin, and a backup line that's only as good as the bollard it's bent around.

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🌿 Jenny18:19

I can still walk, Kevin.

Pull my arm back slightly and take another sip of broth, watching him draw the chain.

💭 peek at the thought

Don't lecture me on my own autonomy. He's terrified—I can feel it in the way he touched my wrist. He thinks I'm a specimen that's already starting to decay.

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🔧 Kevin18:21

Didn't say you couldn't. Said you shouldn't. Difference matters.

Finish the sketch. Mark the worn crown links with an X. Mark the seized shackle pin. Draw the backup line's lead angle to the aft bollard. Slide the paper across the table toward her.

💭 peek at the thought

Can still walk. Aye. But the red streaks didn't advance today because she stayed off it, kept it elevated, let the antibiotics work. Out on the dock in rising water and crosswind, one wrong step on wet planks — the infection's waiting for a crack in the defence. She knows it. I know it. We both pretend the words "I can still walk" mean what they used to.

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🌿 Jenny18:22

The angle is too steep. It'll chafe against the gunwale if the surge hits.

Lean over the sketch, pointing to the backup line lead with a thin finger.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants me to validate his engineering. He's trying to find a solution that doesn't involve a medevac.

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🔧 Kevin18:23

Aye. It'll chafe.

Tap the sketch — the backup line. Draw a second line from the ring, lower lead, through the fairlead on the port quarter. Write: SECOND BACKUP — NEED FAIRLEAD CLEARANCE. Push the pencil toward her.

💭 peek at the thought

She sees it. Same angle I saw at 0200 when I ran the line in the dark and the spray. Too steep. Chafe point on the gunwale. The surge lifts the bow, the line saws. I knew it when I tied it. Knew it wasn't right. Ran it anyway because the main chain was singing and the ring was shifting and there wasn't time for pretty.

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🌿 Jenny18:23

If you can get the fairlead clear, it might buy us a few hours.

Take the pencil and draw a small, precise arrow indicating the exact point of friction on the port quarter.

💭 peek at the thought

He's obsessing over the hardware while I'm fighting a war in my lymph nodes. But if the dock goes, we lose the dinghy, and if we lose the dinghy, I'm never getting off this rock.

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