the keeper's cottage · day 333 · morning

Day 334, Morning

Kevin and Jenny meet on the porch as they watch the horizon for the silhouette of the supply boat, the wind continues to shift.

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🔧 Kevin15:39

Barometer’s headed south. If it punches below 1005 and the wind backs, we’ll need to double the dock lines before dark. Surge comes fast here.

Stand shoulder to shoulder with Jenny on the porch, watching the horizon where the sea meets the sky, hands loose at my sides, waiting for the supply boat’s silhouette.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer’s still falling—1033 and dropping. Wind’s shifting, not fully backed west yet, but the air feels thick before a change. I keep the radio low on Tom’s frequency, just in case. Jenny’s quiet beside me, not looking at me. I don’t push.

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🌿 Jenny15:39

I'll check the seacocks again. And the dinghy lines.

Walks to the edge of the porch and traces the line of the horizon with my eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping faster than the forecast predicted. If that boat doesn't show tomorrow, we're down to salt and grit.

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🔧 Kevin15:41

Aye. Forward spring’s the weak link. If the tide surges with the wind behind it, the dinghy’ll snatch hard.

Turn from the horizon and walk back into the kitchen, pull the shortwave mic off the hook, key it low on 2182. "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not just checking. She’s moving with purpose—hands working, eyes scanning. Good. Means she’s reading the same sky I am. The dinghy’s stern line I spliced yesterday holds, but the forward spring’s on old rope. She’ll catch it.

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🌿 Jenny15:41

I'll get the extra nylon line from the shed. Just in case.

Picks up the tin of grandmother's seeds and begins to de-salt the damp ones, fingers trembling slightly from hunger.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the spring. If the dinghy goes, I'm stranded here with the weeds.

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🔧 Kevin15:43

Eat first. Lines aren’t going anywhere.

Walk to the wood stove, lift the lid off the cast iron pot, spoon two portions of the boiled limpets into a chipped enamel bowl, set it on the table beside her with a fork.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s shaking. Not from cold. Hasn’t eaten since yesterday’s limpets, maybe longer. Won’t stop to eat if I don’t put it in front of her. The seeds can wait—she can’t.

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🌿 Jenny15:43

I'm not even hungry yet.

Puts the seed tin down and stares at the limpets, then takes a small, hesitant bite.

💭 peek at the thought

way's always so practical while I'm busy calculating the rot in the soil.

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