Midday radio silence and failed repair
Kevin and Jenny stand together at the dock's seaward end. The shortwave sits silent on the locker lid. The jerry can rests on the workbench, cracks visible in the epoxy seam. The tide is turning — water beginning to lap the lower pilings. The barometer reads 1008 and rising. The supply boat is due in eight days, unconfirmed.
Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the midday tide begins to push against the landward pilings. Kevin is frustrated by the continued radio silence, having carried the shortwave up to the hilltop to no avail, while Jenny sits on a crate, nursing her ankle which is throbbing where the epoxy repair failed to hold against the salt and movement.
Boat's not talking. Swell's building northeast. Eight days on 390 litres if she doesn't come.
walk to the workbench and examine the cracked jerry can's seam, checking if any epoxy residue remains in the tub for a second patch attempt
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The pitting is too deep, Kevin. The epoxy won't grab to the rust anymore.
way shifts weight to her good leg, wincing as the ankle throbs, and reaches for her notebook to sketch the branching pattern of the cracks.
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Yeah. One good can. One leaker. We stretch it.
pick up the sound jerry can, weigh it in hand, then set it back on the bench and walk to the dock's landward end to check the cleat sistering one more time before the tide covers it
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I'll try to double-wrap the seam with the sealant from the shed. It won't hold forever, but it might buy us until the boat.
Jenny wipes sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and looks out at the rotting planks of the jetty.
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Sealant's in the shed, top shelf. Take the putty knife. I'll check the north piling shim while the tide's still low enough to see it.
walk along the dock to the north piling, crouch at the waterline, and inspect the shim and bolt interface for any fresh movement or weeping
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Don't get your boots soaked down there, the tide is coming in fast.
Jenny limps toward the shed, her ankle hitching with every step, to find the sealant and the putty knife.
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North piling shim's holding. Stringer's got a hairline crack from the bolt hole down. Not moving. Yet.
stand, wipe damp hands on trousers, and walk back toward the cottage to check the generator fuel level and calculate burn rate at reduced load
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I'll see what I can do, but don't promise anything.
Jenny enters the shed, the air smelling of salt and sawdust, and starts searching the top shelf for the sealant tube.
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Generator's half tank. Twelve litres. Four hours a day gets us forty days. Sound can's twenty. Leaker might give ten if the sealant holds.
climb the cottage steps, pull the generator log from the hook by the door, and write today's fuel level and reduced-load plan in pencil
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I'll try to stabilize the seam first. The salt is the problem.
Jenny finds the sealant and the putty knife, then sits on the workbench to inspect the throbbing in her ankle.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.