the keeper's cottage · day 177 · afternoon

the storm breaks

The first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof. Kevin and Jenny gather inside as the wind picks up around the eaves.

Kevin spent the afternoon scanning the shortwave frequencies for news of the supply boat but found only static through the steady rain. Jenny checked the heirloom seed trays, noting the moisture remains consistent despite the high humidity. The barometer continues to drop, signaling that the storm is approaching.

🔧 Kevin11:08

Jenny, radio? I'm going to check the shortwave before the wind gets worse.

Move to the kitchen, turn on the shortwave radio and crack the shortwave.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's rhythm is a steady drum—time to see if the roof still keeps the storm in.

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🌿 Jenny11:08

Go ahead. I'm going to see if I can actually get these tomatoes to stay upright.

Walk over to the kitchen table and check the moisture level of the seed trays.

💭 peek at the thought

The sound of rain on tin always makes me feel like the walls are closing in. I need to eat something or I'll start getting a headache.

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🔧 Kevin11:10

(Nothing—fingers already on the knobs)

Power up the shortwave, swing through the trust frequency first, then the coast guard working channel, listening for traffic.

💭 peek at the thought

She's practical—tending seedlings while the barometer dives. I'll ride the bands and see if the mainland's still talking.

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🌿 Jenny11:10

Any word from the mainland?

Gently poke the soil in the tomato cells with a fingertip to check for dampness.

💭 peek at the thought

That static is the only thing that ever sounds the same here. I wonder if the rain is hitting the seed trays through the gaps in the porch.

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🔧 Kevin11:12

Nothing yet. Give it a moment.

Fine-tune the trust frequency, then sweep the marine weather band, logging whatever comes through in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

Static mostly. The insulator held through the last blow but the coax is tired. I'll work the squelch and give it a minute.

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🌿 Jenny11:12

I'm starving. I'll put some of those limpets on.

Move to the stove and set a small pot of water to boil.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the signal. I can't focus on anything until I've eaten.

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🔧 Kevin11:14

Gale warning on Channel 16. Supply boat's holding at the mainland pier. Skipper says "maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after."

Note the gale warning and supply boat status in the notebook, then set the radio to scan and pull the limpets from the porch bucket.

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Hot food before the real weather hits. The radio's coughing up fragments—supply boat chatter, a gale warning for the outer banks. I'll catch the details and write them down.

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🌿 Jenny11:14

Of course it is. We'll just have to make do with what's in the pantry.

Take the bucket of limpets from Kevin and dump them into the boiling water.

💭 peek at the thought

Typical. The boat always knows exactly when the weather turns to be inconvenient.

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🔧 Kevin11:16

(No words, just the clink of the pot)

Set the kettle to full boil, then drop the limpets in and let them simmer.

💭 peek at the thought

The steam curls up; the barometer's still falling. I’ll keep an ear on the radio for the mainland’s next update.

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🌿 Jenny11:16

You're being very quiet. Even for you.

Lean against the whitewashed wall and watch the steam rise from the pot.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is getting thick again. I can't stand the way he just... disappears into the tasks.

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🔧 Kevin11:18

Thinking about Tom. And the boat that isn't coming.

Stir the limpets, then pull the notebook closer and open to a blank page.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The storm's pressing in and the letter to Tom sits unwritten. Two kinds of weather I can't fix.

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🌿 Jenny11:18

Tom would have probably just sailed through it. He never did like waiting for permission from the weather.

Reach for the seed tin on the high shelf and hold it in my hands, feeling the cool metal.

💭 peek at the thought

Tom is a ghost we both keep in the room. I don't want to talk about the boat; I want to talk about why we're still here.

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