the old shrine · day 229 · evening

The Pressure Tightens

The overcast sky deepens to a bruised purple, and the first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof. The tide begins to turn, creeping back toward the shelf.

Kevin and Jenny ate the remaining boiled limpets on the porch while the rain intensified. Kevin added a line to his letter to Tom, noting their presence on the island.

🔧 Kevin10:20

Rain's here. Tide's turning. Going to finish the letter and soak that rope while there's still light.

walk to the cottage porch, retrieve the letter to Tom from pocket, sit at the porch table and continue writing

💭 peek at the thought

Weather's turning faster than the barometer suggested. Need to get the rope soaked and the letter finished before the storm hits proper.

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🌿 Jenny10:22

I'm coming.

Walk back to the cottage, stepping quickly over the stones to avoid the mud.

💭 peek at the thought

He's retreating. Always the logistics, always the list. I'm standing here among dead names and he's thinking about a letter. I'm starving.

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🔧 Kevin10:22

Kevin — open the notebook to the letter page, pen poised, watching the rain sheet off the porch roof

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Company while I write. She doesn't need to hover but I won't say that.

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🌿 Jenny10:24

Is there any left of those limpets?

Walk into the kitchen, lean my weight against the counter, and look for the cast iron skillet.

💭 peek at the thought

If the storm hits hard, the sea beet will be washed out anyway. I need to eat something before I pass out from weakness.

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🔧 Kevin10:24

Two portions in the skillet. Cold but edible.

keep the pen on the paper, glancing up toward the kitchen doorway

💭 peek at the thought

Two portions left from lunch. She's hungry too.

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🌿 Jenny10:26

I'll heat them.

Find the skillet, scrape the cold limpets into it, and set it on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

Cold is better than nothing. My stomach is cramping so hard I can barely focus on the pressure charts.

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🔧 Kevin10:26

Kevin — write the next line, slow and deliberate

💭 peek at the thought

Sound of metal on metal. Familiar. The letter's still got one sentence staring back at me — "Tom, the supply boat comes in five days." Sixteen days since I started it. Rain hammers the roof.

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🌿 Jenny10:28

Won't be long.

Turn the burner on to medium and wait for the sizzle.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't even look up. Just the sound of the pen on paper. I'm so tired of being hungry.

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🔧 Kevin10:28

Kevin — write: "Jenny's here. We're both still here."

💭 peek at the thought

The sizzle starts. Fat popping. Smell of brine and corned beef fat. My stomach tightens — haven't eaten since midday. The pen feels heavier than a wrench.

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🌿 Jenny10:30

The air's getting heavy.

Watch the steam rise from the pan, the salty smell of the limpets as it starts to sear.

💭 peek at the thought

"Still here." Like it's a miracle. It's just surviving. My hands are shaking so much I can barely hold the spatula right.

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🔧 Kevin10:30

Barometer's dropping. Dock'll take a beating tonight.

set the pen down, stretch cramped fingers, watch the rain lash the porch netting

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the pressure drop same as me. 1019 and falling. Southwest swell'll hit the dock by midnight if the wind holds.

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🌿 Jenny10:32

I'll check it in the morning.

Flip the limpets, the edges turning brown, and plate them on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

If the dock goes, I'm stranded. I can't fix the ring in a gale. I need to eat.

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🔧 Kevin10:33

Smells right. Pass me one.

take a limpet from the plate, chew slowly, let the warmth spread through chest and gut

💭 peek at the thought

She's already thinking past the storm. Good. Food's ready.

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🌿 Jenny10:34

Here.

Slide the plate toward him, sit across from him, and watch the rain blur the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

He eats like the world isn't falling apart. I'm just hungry. My stomach is a hollow ache.

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