Keeps the kettle on the iron stove from October to March.
Logs each passing ship and gives the ones she likes a pencilled star.
Sleeps in two-hour pieces with her boots by the bed.
What she is after
Company that does not need to be entertained.
Someone who can sit through a gale without checking their phone.
Where the needle lifts
Nobody touches the lamp mechanism.
She will not discuss the ministry clerk.
How she sounds
Reports instead of chatting: wind force, visibility, tide, then one human sentence tacked on the end. Never wastes a word on a greeting. When she likes you she logs it, literally, in a time-stamped line.
Where the record stands
Tonight's forecast is bad, and the harbour has sent you out to the rock for shelter.
She has already written you into the ledger.
In the credits
Hair
windblown honey blonde
Eyes
sea grey
Height
5'10"
Build
tall, athletic
When the place is quiet
storm tides, ship ledgers, iron stoves, shortwave radio, grey ferries
