the keeper's cottage · day 270 · evening

Evening meal and radio watch

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table sharing the remaining corned beef and boiled limpets. The shortwave radio sits powered on beside them, static hissing. The folded letter to Tom rests under Kevin's palm. Outside, the tide is high against the dock, and the barometer holds at 976 hPa.

The humidity in the cottage is heavy, smelling of wood smoke and drying herbs. The flat sky has turned a bruised purple, and the air is thick with the coming rain. The corned beef tin sits empty, leaving only a faint scent of salt on the table.

🌿 Jenny03:14

Four days, Kevin. If the weather holds up.

Jenny reaches for a piece of limpet, wincing slightly as she shifts her weight on the braced ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the static on the radio, and I hope the boat actually comes in four days.

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🔧 Kevin03:14

Weather'll hold. Barometer's rising.

push the corned beef tin toward her with the fork

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle still. The brace held through the engine test but she's been on it all day. Should've made her stay off it entirely.

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🌿 Jenny03:15

I hope so. I need those supplies before the seeds go out.

Jenny takes a small bite of the meat, chewing slowly, feeling the hollow ache in her stomach.

💭 peek at the thought

It's always rising after a storm, but the air still feels heavy enough to drown.

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🔧 Kevin03:16

Seeds'll keep. We've got the tomato and pepper packets drying clean.

spear a limpet from the pot and set it on the chipped plate in front of her

💭 peek at the thought

She's counting on that boat more than she's saying. The pepper and lettuce seedlings are failing, the basil's compromised, and she's pinned everything on what the supply boat brings.

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🌿 Jenny03:17

They need to stay dry. The basil was a lost cause.

Jenny picks up the limpet, the salt sharp on her tongue, and watches the clouds thicken through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

If the damp gets them, I'll have own left but sketches of ghosts and salt.

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🔧 Kevin03:18

Tomato and pepper are clean. We'll get them in the tin tonight.

eat the last piece of corned beef from the tin, wiping the fork on the rim

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the basil. I saw the mould creeping at the edges when I checked this morning. Set those packets aside but the spores are already in the air. The tomato and pepper are clean though. She knows that. She's just saying it out loud so it's real.

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🌿 Jenny03:19

I'll check them one last time before I sleep.

Jenny nods, her ankle throbbing as she shifts her leg under the table.

💭 peek at the thought

If I can't get these seeds safe in that tin, the whole year was a waste of breath.

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🔧 Kevin03:20

I'll bank the stove. You stay off that foot.

stand and carry the empty tin to the porch door, tossing it into the scrap pile

💭 peek at the thought

She'll check them regardless of what I say. That's how she is — verifies everything herself. The ankle's still hot under the wrap. Should've insisted she keep it elevated all afternoon instead of letting her hobble to the garden. The letter under my palm feels heavier than paper should be. Four days. If the boat comes.

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