the keeper's cottage · day 164 · dawn

The Humidity Rises

Kevin and Jenny stand by the plastic tarp, watching the overcast clouds thicken over the north ridge. The air is heavy with the scent of salt and drying mint as the tide pulls against the shelf.

Jenny meticulously brushes mold from the heirloom tomato seeds at the kitchen table, identifying the viable ones from the rot, while Kevin tests the Yanmar engine under load at the dock, monitoring the temperature and oil pressure for several minutes before returning to the cottage to secure the gear.

🌿 Jenny22:35

The barometer is dropping. We need to move the tin inside before the rain actually starts.

Reach for the heirloom seed tin and lift it from the porch to the kitchen table.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in ten days, we'll be out of everything but limpets.

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🔧 Kevin22:35

Already on it. Grab the other side.

help Jenny carry the heirloom seed tin from the porch to the kitchen table, setting it on the stove shelf where it stays dry

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The barometer's been dropping all morning. Rain on damp seeds is the last thing we need.

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🌿 Jenny22:37

I'll de-mold the tomatoes today. I need to see what's still viable.

Open the seed tin and carefully lay the tomato seeds out on dry paper.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so afraid of wasting these on a soil that won't take them.

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🔧 Kevin22:37

I'll check the generator oil while you're at it. Then test the Yanmar under load at the dock — tide's high enough.

walk to the generator on the porch, check the oil level with the dipstick, wipe it clean, and top up slightly from the oil can

💭 peek at the thought

She's thorough. Good. The tomato packets had the worst mold. If she catches it now, we save most of them.

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🌿 Jenny22:39

Be careful with those seeds. I don't want the mold spreading to the whole batch.

Pick up a pair of tweezers and carefully brush the dried mold from a single tomato seed.

💭 peek at the thought

If the engine fails during the test, we're stuck here for another month.

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🔧 Kevin22:39

Generator oil's good. Topped it off. Heading to the dock now — Yanmar test under load.

walk down the path from the cottage to the dock, climb into the dinghy, start the Yanmar, and run it in gear at 1800 RPM against the dock lines, watching the temperature gauge and oil pressure

💭 peek at the thought

She's working slow and careful. That's how you save them. I'll let her be.

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🌿 Jenny22:41

Keep an eye on the temp gauge. The humidity is thick today.

Lay the cleaned seed down on a fresh piece of paper to inspect it for cracks.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the engine, and I'm just here watching things rot.

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🔧 Kevin22:41

Temp's holding 82. Oil pressure steady. No smoke. Running clean.

keep the Yanmar at 1800 RPM under load for another few minutes, watching the gauges, then ease back to idle and shut it down

💭 peek at the thought

She heard the engine fire from up at the cottage. Good — she knows the sound of it running clean.

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🌿 Jenny22:43

Good. I'm going to start on those limpets. I'm starving.

Wipe the grit off my hands and head back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

If the engine holds, maybe I can actually get to the ridge today.

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🔧 Kevin22:43

I'll secure the fuel cans and generator before the wind picks up. Meet you inside.

tie off the dinghy with the reinforced stern line, double-check the painter's rolling hitch, then walk back up to the cottage and lash the fuel cans and generator to the porch rail with the new half-inch rope

💭 peek at the thought

Limpets for breakfast. Simple. She's hungry and the work can wait ten minutes.

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