Back at the cottage.
The rain continues in a steady, warm drizzle against the tin roof, keeping the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and salt. The tide is out, exposing the slick rocks of the shore, while the barometer continues its slow descent as the pressure drops further.
🌿 Jenny11:33
The barometer is dropping too fast. I'm not going to the south slope today.
Sit on the kitchen chair, prop the ankle up on a crate, and watch the rain hit the tin roof.
💭 peek at the thought
My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain. I need to sit down before I collapse.
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🔧 Kevin11:33
Agreed. North ridge first. The drainage beds hold or the heirlooms wash.
walk to the radio shelf, lift the barometer down, tap the glass, read the needle, set it back, and log 983 hPa falling in the notebook
💭 peek at the thought
She's right. The barometer dropped two millibars in the hour since I checked it last. That's not a front passing — that's something deeper spinning up. The south slope can wait. The garden wall's weeping, the intercept trench is silting, and the shade cloth anchors are already shredded. If this blows up the way the pressure says, the north ridge beds are the priority. They're the only ground we've built that drains.
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🌿 Jenny11:35
Just check the radio before you go. The boat is three days out.
Reach for the seed tin on the table, tracing the rust over the cold metal without opening it.
💭 peek at the thought
He's right, if the slope goes, grandmother's seeds are just mud in the sea.
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🔧 Kevin11:35
Radio first. Then the ridge.
step to the radio shelf, flip the power switch, let the tubes warm, turn the gain up slow, scan 2182 and the trust frequency, listen for any traffic
💭 peek at the thought
Three days out if the weather holds. If it doesn't, the captain won't risk the crossing. I've seen him turn back for less. The radio's been quiet since the last check — French coaster gone, no coast guard chatter. Could be nothing. Could be the aerial took a hit in the last squall. Either way, Jenny's watching the tin instead of the radio. She's worried about the seeds. Or she's worried about something else and the tin's just what her hands found.
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🌿 Jenny11:37
Be careful on the slope. The debris is slick today.
Lean back in the chair, rubbing the throbbing ankle, and listen to the static through the rain.
💭 peek at the thought
If the boat doesn't come, I'm just a ghost in a cottage.
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🔧 Kevin11:37
Radio's clean. No traffic. Aerial's holding. I'll watch my footing.
pull the oilskin from the hook by the door, shrug into it, cinch the hood, take the notebook and pencil from the shelf, step out onto the porch and down the path toward the north ridge
💭 peek at the thought
Static on 2182. Nothing on the trust frequency. The aerial's holding — I'd hear the difference if the insulator had failed. The captain didn't call in his position report at 0600. Either he's running silent, or he hasn't left the mainland yet. Three days at high tide with a two-hour window. If this low deepens, he'll sit tight. Jenny knows that. She's not talking about the boat.
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🌿 Jenny11:39
I'll be here if the radio starts acting up.
Pick up the seed tin, feeling the weight of it, and watch him disappear into the grey.
💭 peek at the thought
He's going out into that mess while I'm sitting here rotting.
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🔧 Kevin11:39
Kevin — climb the slick path to the north ridge, boots sliding on clay, reach the first drainage bed, crouch to check the water flow through the stone check-dams, note the slump at the east end has deepened six inches since yesterday
💭 peek at the thought
The path to the north ridge is churned. Rain's been steady since dawn — the clay's gone to grease. The intercept trench I dug along the garden wall base is already silting; water's finding the old channels again. Cairn one's visible. Cairn two's half swallowed by runoff. The drainage beds held last night but the minor slump at the east end has worsened. If the barometer keeps falling like this, the next twelve hours will test every anchor I set. Jenny's ankle won't let her climb. She knows it. I know it. The seed tin in her hands is the only thing she can still carry.
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🌿 Jenny11:43
Jenny — way the seed tin just a crack to look at the dry packets, then snap it shut.
💭 peek at the thought
If that ridge goes, the whole south slope follows with it.
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🔧 Kevin11:43
Kevin — walk the length of the drainage bed, test each check-dam with the boot heel, mark the worst undercut with chalk from the notebook pocket, pull the mattock from where it leans against the cairn
💭 peek at the thought
East end slump is active. Water's undercutting the third check-dam — the spillway's eating the bank behind it. If that goes, the whole bed unravels down to the second terrace. The heirloom rows are two meters below. Need to drive stakes, lay brush mattresses, divert the flow before the next downpour. Mattock's at the drainage bed from yesterday. Spruce offcuts stacked by the garden path. Cedar stakes at the shed. Hands are cold. Forearms still sore from the dock work. The rain's not letting up.
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🌿 Jenny11:45
The rain is getting too heavy, Kevin.
stand up slowly, wincing as the ankle spikes, and move to the window to watch the water runoff.
💭 peek at the thought
He's going to kill himself trying to hold back the mountain.
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🔧 Kevin11:47
You need to go to the ridge. I'll do the drainage.
walk to the shed, grab the mattock, and head down to the north ridge drainage bed.
💭 peek at the thought
The rain's heavier than the barometer's read. Wind's pushing the clouds from the west, so the front's still inbound. If the water keeps coming, the slope will saturate and the undercut will give. I need to finish the check‑dam before the next swell. The ridge is bracing for a shift. The radio's still silent; I should keep the signal on. The seed tin's closed tight, but that's a dead weight on my mind. I'll get the mattock, drive a stake, and seal the third dam.
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