the keeper's cottage · day 141 · evening

storm evening at the cottage

Rain hammers the roof and wind rattles the shutters. The generator hums steady behind its tarp. Inside, the stove throws heat and the smell of boiled limpets. The seabird chick peeps from its box on the shed shelf. Kevin and Jenny sit at the table with the notebook between them, the barometer reading 1024 hPa and still falling.

The air is heavy and still as the barometer continues to drop, signaling an approaching storm. Kevin and Jenny spend the evening inside the cottage, preparing for the weather while the wet season humidity sets in.

🔧 Kevin02:02

Chick made it through the first squall. Barometer's 1024 and dropping. You want first watch or second?

Pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one in front of Jenny.

💭 peek at the thought

The chick's still breathing. That's something. Barometer's dropping faster than I'd like — 1024 and falling means the front's committing. Generator's holding. Lines are holding. We've got food, water, wood. The dinghy's the only hole in the deck.

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🌿 Jenny02:03

"I'll take first. I want to finish these sketches on the salt

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping faster than the forecast predicted; I need to check the rain intake before the wind picks up.

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🔧 Kevin02:04

Wake me at midnight. If the wind shifts west before then, wake me sooner.

Pull the blanket from the hook by the door and settle into the chair in the corner, boots still on, hat pulled low.

💭 peek at the thought

She'll sit up all night with a pencil if I let her. Sketches can wait. The chick can't.

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🌿 Jenny02:05

Understood. I'll keep an eye on the glass.

Jenny pick up the pencil and sketch the cross-section of the sea beet's salt gland.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wind shifts west, the spray will hit the garden wall directly; I need to check the tarp tension again.

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🔧 Kevin02:06

Kevin — sleep takes me in the chair, one hand resting on the table near the notebook, the other on the knife in my belt sheath.

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's got the watch. The chick peeps once, twice — still alive. My eyes close on their own.

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🌿 Jenny02:07

Jenny — jenny closes her eyes and lets her head drop back against the wood of the chair.

💭 peek at the thought

The rhythm of the rain is the only thing Keeping me from pacing the floorboards.

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🔧 Kevin02:08

Kevin — sleep. Deep and dreamless, the kind that only comes after weeks of watching the horizon. The generator's hum and the rain on the roof and the chick's occasional peep all braid together into white noise. Six hours pass like a single breath.

💭 peek at the thought

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🌿 Jenny02:08

Kevin. Wake up. It's midnight.

Jenny nudges Kevin's boot with her foot.

💭 peek at the thought

Midnight. The wind hasn't shifted yet, but the air feels different now.

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🔧 Kevin02:10

Barometer?

Eyes open, hand already moving to the knife hilt before conscious thought. Straighten in the chair, boots hitting the floor.

💭 peek at the thought

Midnight. Four hours. Not six. She let me sleep extra. Or the wind changed.

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🌿 Jenny02:11

1021 and still falling. No shift yet.

Jenny points to the barometer on the shelf.

💭 peek at the thought

It's sitting at 1021. The wind is still holding north.

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