the old shrine · day 681 · evening

The Heavy Wait

The tide continues to drop as the heat peaks, and the supply boat is still three days away.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin06:18

Kevin — walk up to the cottage to check on Jenny and the water tank level

💭 peek at the thought

The heat's brutal today. Tide's dropped clean off the spring line — good for the trench, bad for the water table. Three days to the boat. Need to finish that north slope shoring before the next swell pushes the spring head again. And I still haven't opened my mouth about the trust letter or Tom's.

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🌿 Jenny06:19

The tank is at 390 litres, Kevin, but the seepage is faster than the rain is coming. The greenheart is holding for now, but we need more gravel or the bank collapses.

Jenny sketches the fracture lines forming in the garden soil in her notebook, her pencil trembling slightly as she winces, shifting her weight off her swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the heat, and the sea beet poultice is losing its potency. If that spring head breaches the trench, the whole north garden bed goes—with the grandmother's seeds. I can't let the silt take them, but I'm too tired to move the heavy stones again.

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🔧 Kevin06:21

Gravel's at the dock. I'll bring a bucket up on the next trip. You need to stay off that ankle.

walk down to the dock to fetch a bucket of gravel for the north slope trench

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the gravel. The greenheart's holding but the fines are washing out behind it. Tank's barely dropped — 390 from 391 — so the catchment's working, but the spring's eating the bank faster than rain can recharge. Her ankle's worse. She shouldn't be out here sketching fracture lines.

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🌿 Jenny06:21

One bucket won't hold the hydrostatic pressure once the saturation point is hit. We need to stabilize the slope now, or the whole ridge fails.

Jenny closes her notebook sharply and stares at the empty tin of grandmother's seeds on the table, her hand hovering over the rusted lid.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks one bucket is enough to stop the pressure of an entire spring. If the soil liquefies, the heirloom seeds will be buried in mud before the boat even arrives. I'm so tired of explaining the physics of a landslide.

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🔧 Kevin06:22

The tin. You opened it.

walk over to the table and set a mug of water down beside her, not touching the tin

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the slope. That tin's empty — sides corroded through, lid still sealed. She found it on the north cliffs months ago. Never opened it in front of me. Her hand's hovering like it might bite. The slope's real, the pressure's real, but that's not what's cracking her open right now.

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🌿 Jenny06:23

I was checking the moisture levels. The seeds are too important to guess.

way looks away from him, her gaze fixing on the swollen, angry skin of her ankle as she goes quiet.

💭 peek at the thought

He makes it sound like a crime. I was just checking the moisture. If I don't see if they're still viable, I'll go crazy imagining them rotting in the dark.

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🔧 Kevin06:25

What was in it.

pull the chair out and sit opposite her, mug in hand, waiting

💭 peek at the thought

She's lying. Not about the seeds — about why she opened it. The moisture check's a cover. Something in that tin mattered to her, and she didn't want me watching her find it. Her ankle's weeping through the dressing again. I can smell the salt and rot from here. She won't look at me.

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🌿 Jenny06:26

way's garden. The tomatoes, the sea beets, everything she saved.

way reaches out and pulls the tin closer to her, her fingers white against the cold metal.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't understand. It's not just seeds; it's the only thing I have of her that isn't turned to dust. If they mold, she's gone.

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