The Humidity Drip
Heavy rain lashes the roof as the humidity rises inside the small cabin. Kevin sits at the workbench inspecting the cracked diesel can, while Jenny rests at the table nursing the fresh poultice on her ankle.
Kevin attempted the 0600 radio sked on 6215 kHz but received only a broadcast fragment about Delhi smog and the steady 993 hPa barometer reading — no supply boat contact. He applied the last of the epoxy to the cracked diesel can's seam and set it to cure by the stove. Jenny, using her cane, inspected the copper spillway joint at the east foundation and confirmed the tank reads 380 litres, indicating a 20-litre loss since last check, consistent with a thin epoxy patch at the overflow joint.
Radio check at 0600. You rest that ankle. I'll have the can sealed before the squall hits.
Squeeze the last epoxy tube into the hairline crack along the diesel can's seam, working it in with the putty knife blade. Wipe excess. Set can on the bench to cure under the stove's radiant heat.
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Good. I'll check the water level while you work—the tank's at 380 now, dropping faster than I expected.
reach for the measuring stick, slide it down the rain tank's overflow pipe to check internal water level, then flip through soil moisture charts in the notebook to plan tomorrow's planting adjustments [pull measuring stick out at 380L mark
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Overflow pipe or the feed line. Check the copper spillway joint at the east foundation — that epoxy patch was thin.
Wipe hands on a rag. Pick up the shortwave handset. Dial 6215 kHz. Key the mic. "Sorrel Island, position 49-12 North, 006-18 West. Scheduled 0600 weather and supply boat update. Over."
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I'll take a look after I get this wrap off my leg. It's throbbing with the pressure.
stand up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts, and move toward the porch to inspect the exterior wall of the cottage.
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Take the cane. Don't climb the ladder. Overflow joint's at ground level on the east wall.
Hold the handset to my ear. Static hisses. No voice. Key again. "Sorrel Island calling. 0600 sked. Any traffic for 49-12 North? Over."
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I'll check the overflow joint. Tell me if you get through—I'll be down at the wall in five.
grab the carved driftwood cane and shuffle toward the east wall, hopping slightly on the injured ankle as I approach the copper spillway joint where the epoxy meets the foundation.
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