the keeper's cottage · day 203 · night

Waiting for the Tide

The two of you sit inside as the wind finally picks up, and the first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof.

The air thickens as the pressure drops, signaling a shift in the wet season weather. Kevin performs final mechanical checks on the Yanmar engine for the boat's arrival, while Jenny organizes the heirloom seeds and monitors the damping-off in the seedling trays.

🌿 Jenny10:26

It's starting.

Stir the pot of limpets on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is falling. If it hits 1010, the boat won't make it. I can't focus on the silence when the air feels this heavy.

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🔧 Kevin10:26

Aye. Wind's backing northwest like the glass said. Mickey's window's tightening.

check the shortwave radio's power and squelch, listening for Mickey's call or any weather traffic

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's drop matches what I'm feeling in my chest — this front's moving faster than Mickey said. Four hours at first light might be generous.

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🌿 Jenny10:28

If the wind shifts any further, he'll stay in the harbor.

Ladle the limpets into two bowls.

💭 peek at the thought

He's already calculating the window. He always does. I wonder if he's calculating if we're actually getting off this rock or just waiting for more tinned beef.

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🔧 Kevin10:28

He'll come if he can. If he can't, we've got stores.

take the bowl she hands me, blow across the steam, and eat — hunger's been sitting low all day

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Northwest backing west puts the harbor entrance ugly. Mickey knows these waters better than most — he'll read the same signs and make the call. But he also knows what we're waiting on.

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🌿 Jenny10:30

Stores aren't the same as a plan, Kevin.

Sit down at the table and eat slowly.

💭 peek at the thought

"Stores" aren't a life. We're just stockpiling calories while we wait for the island to swallow us.

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🔧 Kevin10:30

No. They're not.

set the spoon down, the limpets half-eaten, and reach for the notebook where I sketched the seed potato grid — the closest thing to a plan I've made in weeks

💭 peek at the thought

She's naming it now. The thing I've been turning over since the letter arrived — since before. Stores keep you alive. A plan gets you somewhere. I've been confusing the two for eleven months.

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🌿 Jenny10:32

What?

Lean in to see which part of the sketch he's looking at.

💭 peek at the thought

Why is he looking at the grid now? He usually ignores the garden unless it's in the way of a tool.

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🔧 Kevin10:33

Seed potatoes. Thirty-two eyes, four rows, eight per. If the blight doesn't take them, they're calories in November.

tap the pencil sketch — neat squares, spacing marked — then flip the page to the blank back where nothing's written

💭 peek at the thought

She caught me hesitating over a garden grid when the real plan — Tom's letter in the waterproof bag, the medevac forms on the table, the dinghy moored and ready — sits unspoken between us. The potatoes are the only thing I've committed to paper.

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