the old shrine · day 803 · evening

EVENING

The rain is expected to intensify as the tide begins to turn; they must prepare for the boat at morning.

Kevin and Jenny gather at the old shrine as the trade wind holds and the tide begins to rise. They discuss the approaching weather and the expected supply boat, noting the building swell that may make a landing difficult.

🔧 Kevin05:49

Boat's not landing tomorrow in this. Wind's backing northeast and the swell's building. We'll be lucky if they hold station outside the reef.

Walk back to the cottage, checking the dock lines and radio mast guys on the way.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's dropped five millibars since I last checked. Rain's already sheeting off the roof and the tide's turning — supply boat won't risk the approach in this swell if the wind holds northeast. Need to get the dock lines doubled and the crane clearance marked before dark.

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🌿 Jenny05:51

Then we check the radio again at dawn. We can't eat salt water, Kevin.

Trace the outline of a sea much leaf on the margin of my notebook with a charcoal pencil.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the fuel runs out and these seeds stay in the tin until they rot in the dark.

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🔧 Kevin05:51

Tank's three litres shy of full. Overflow's still leaking at the northeast foundation. I'll re-bed it at first light if the wind drops.

Step onto the porch, pull the storm lantern off its hook, and check the wick.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the water. Tank's at 397 litres but the overflow's still weeping at the northeast corner — every storm we lose what the roof catches. And the radio's only as good as the aerial, which took a hit last month.

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🌿 Jenny05:53

Just make sure the bucket is level. I don't want the floorboards rotting.

Clutch the tin of grandmother's seeds in my lap, feeling the weight of the unplanted life.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the leaks while the sky is about to swallow the whole ridge.

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🔧 Kevin05:53

I'll level it with spacers tomorrow. The seeds can wait till the soil's workable.

Place the tin of grandmother's seeds on the kitchen table, then check the water test kit on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

The floorboards near the stove are already soft where the kettle sits. She's right about the bucket — uneven water storage means uneven settling. And these seeds... twelve varieties, all heirloom. Should've started them weeks ago.

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🌿 Jenny05:55

The soil's workable tomorrow, Kevin. I need to plant before the rain washes everything into the sea.

Slide the tin of seeds toward the north window where the morning light hits the mortar.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks they can wait while the sky breaks open over the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin05:55

Beds are ready. Lime's holding. But the intercept trench on the north slope isn't finished — if tonight's rain matches the forecast, the whole lot slides.

Pick up the notebook from the table, flip to the north ridge soil sketch, and study the tension crack markings.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. North ridge beds are holding pH 6.8-7.0 where we limed them. But the clay's weeping at the new tension cracks — plant now and the seedlings drown, wait and the window closes. The radio crackles static. Supply boat's got two hours at high tide if they run.

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🌿 Jenny05:57

Then I'll dig it deeper myself if I have to.

Stand up and grab the way from the corner, the wood cold against my palm.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks about the slope like it's a math problem instead of a warning.

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🔧 Kevin05:57

You're not digging a metre-deep trench in clay with that ankle. I'll finish the intercept trench tonight. You plant tomorrow.

Set the notebook down, pull on the oilskin jacket hanging by the door, and check the mattock blade in the corner.

💭 peek at the thought

Her ankle's not ready for that kind of digging. The red line's faded but the swelling's still there, hot under the poultice. She'd work herself into the ground before admitting it.

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🌿 Jenny05:59

If the ridge goes, there's no garden left to plant anyway.

Sit back down at the table and watch him leave into the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he's the only one keeping this island from falling apart.

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