Yanmar load test and evening radio watch
Kevin returns from the dinghy after running the Yanmar at load. The engine runs smooth, vibration fix verified. He shuts it down and comes inside. Jenny is awake, ankle elevated on a pillow, poultice fresh. The barometer still reads 1008 hPa. The 1600 radio check on Channel 16 is due. The tide is high now, slapping the dock. Two days until the supply boat's scheduled arrival.
Kevin transmitted on Channel 16 but received only mainland news fragments and static; he then inspected the dock lines at high tide and found the mooring ring secure with oak wedges holding. Jenny debrided her ankle incision with saline, applied a fresh sea beet and honey poultice, and sketched the unchanged inflammation streaks.
Engine runs clean. Vibration's gone.
walk to the radio shelf, lift the handset, switch to Channel 16, key the mic: "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel, Sorrel Island calling on Channel 16, over."
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Check the way again when you get back out there.
Reach for the notebook, open to a clean page, sketch the inflammation pattern around the incision.
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I'll check the dock lines while I'm out. Tide's high.
set the handset back in its cradle, step out onto the porch, walk down the path to the dock, inspect each mooring line and warp for chafe where they bite the pilings and cleats.
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(calling from the cottage doorway) The ring's holding, but watch where it bites the pilings. (calling from the cottage doorway) The ring's holding, but watch where it bites the pilings.
Set the notebook on the porch table, grab the poultice ingredients - sea beet leaves and some of that mint from drying. Walk to the dock to meet Kevin halfway, check the mooring ring bolts where the oak wedges are driven in. </think>THOUGHT
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