the keeper's cottage · day 173 · morning

Pre-storm shelter

The first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof as you retreat inside to wait out the supply boat and the storm to pass.

The air is heavy and humid as the barometer begins a steady drop from 1023 hPa, signaling an approaching storm. While the tide rises, a heavy wooden crate from a lost container ship has been spat up by the surf, wedged among the rocks near the seaward wall.

🔧 Kevin07:14

Boat's not coming. Not in this. Radio check at the hour — I'll tell the trust we're holding.

Walk to the radio shelf, power up the shortwave, and set it to the trust's working frequency.

💭 peek at the thought

First drops. Wind's backing northeast — that's the dirty quadrant. Boat's not coming today, maybe not tomorrow. Radio schedule's in an hour. Need to call it in before the static swallows the band.

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🌿 Jenny07:15

I'll check the seeds. The humidity is climbing.

Walk to the high shelf and take down Grandmother's seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the limpets are the only thing keeping me full this week.

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🔧 Kevin07:16

(quiet) Tin goes on the stove shelf. Driest spot in the house.

Turn the radio's tuning knob, hunting for the trust's frequency through the rising static.

💭 peek at the thought

Smart. Tin's seal held through worse but why gamble. She's thinking ahead — always does. Barometer's 1018 now, dropping two millibars since dawn. That's not a front, that's a system.

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🌿 Jenny07:17

I'll put it there.

Sit at the kitchen table and open the seed tin, looking for any sign of damp.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the stove, but the heat might make the seeds too brittle.

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🔧 Kevin07:18

Trust, this is Sorrel Island caretaker. Position holding. Barometer one-zero-one-eight, falling two millibars per hour. Wind east-northeast, rising. Supply boat contact negative. Over.

Release the mic button, lean back, and wait through the hiss for a reply.

💭 peek at the thought

Static's thick. Ionosphere's churning ahead of the low. Might not raise them clean. Try anyway — schedule's schedule.

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🌿 Jenny07:19

Copy that.

Pour a handful of heirloom seeds into my palm, checking them for huskiness or rot.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is louder than the static. If they don't answer back, the inventory keeps shrinking.

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🔧 Kevin07:20

Sorrel Island to Trust. Barometer one-zero-one-eight. Wind east-northeast force five, gusting. No supply boat visual. Securing for storm passage. Next check zero-six-hundred. Over.

Clip the mic back on its hook, kill the power, and close the porcelain insulator cover against the driving rain.

💭 peek at the thought

Seeds feel dry. Good. Her fingers know what to feel for — better than mine. Trust isn't answering. Either their aerial's down or the skip's eating the band. Try once more, then secure the radio.

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🌿 Jenny07:21

I'll boil the limpets.

Place the seeds back in the tin and set it on the stove shelf as requested.

💭 peek at the thought

Six hours feels like a long time to wait when the stomach is growling.

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🔧 Kevin07:22

Put the kettle on too. Last of the good coffee.

Pull the cast iron skillet from the hook, set it on the stove top, and spoon a dollop of the rendered corned beef fat into it.

💭 peek at the thought

Limpets and corned beef fat. Simple, hot, fuel for the night. Stove'll take the chill off the stones too. Wind's hitting the porch now — can hear the tarp snap. Dock lines'll be singing.

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🌿 Jenny07:23

On it.

Fill the kettle with water and set it on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

At least the coffee is real. I need the warmth to stop my hands shaking.

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