the keeper's cottage · day 353 · evening

The eve before the boat

The couple sits in the cottage as the humidity thickens, watching the barometer and preparing the final lists for the arrival.

Kevin and Jenny prepare for the arrival of the supply boat as the pressure continues to drop. Kevin checks the dinghy and engine readiness for a morning launch, while Jenny rests her throbbing ankle on the porch, emphasizing the need for antibiotics.

🌿 Jenny11:05

The barometer is crashing, Kevin. If this keeps dropping, the supply boat is going to have a hell of a time making landfall tomorrow.

Lean back against the whitewashed wall and gingerly lift the injured ankle, checking the red streaks against the dim evening light.

💭 peek at the thought

1002 hPa. The glass is plummeting. The boat is due tomorrow, but this pressure suggests the island is about to throw a tantrum. I can feel the throb in my ankle syncing with the wind.

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🔧 Kevin11:05

Ring held at high water. Wedges are oak, vertical grain. Doubler plate's bolted through sound timber. But if the wind backs southeast before they're alongside, the crane can't reach clean.

walk to the porch and scan the horizon, hand shading eyes against the low sun

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Barometer's fallen twenty-two millibars since dawn. That's not a front — that's a punch in the gut. Boat'll be fighting thirty-knot gusts and a three-metre swell on the beam. Mooring ring held today, but another cycle like this...

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🌿 Jenny11:07

It's not the crane I'm worried about. It's the swell.

Slowly push off the wall and limp toward the porch, gripping the edge of the table for support.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about bolts and grain while I'm tracking sepsis up my leg. He doesn't even look at me when he talks about the dock.

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🔧 Kevin11:07

Slack's at 0640. If they're early, they'll try the lee of the point. If not, they'll wait for the turn.

follow her onto the porch, leaning a hip against the post, eyes on the water

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The swell wraps round the point and hits the dock broadside. Crane's the least of it — if the boat can't hold station, they won't risk a man on the ladder. We'll be watching supplies drift past on the tide.

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🌿 Jenny11:09

(quietly) I need the antibiotics from the boat, Kevin. I need them the second they hit the dock.

Sink slowly into the porch chair, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's calculating tides. He's calculating everything except the fact that I can barely stand. I want to scream, but I'm too exhausted for the noise.

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🔧 Kevin11:09

First thing off. I'll have the dinghy in the water at first light. Radio's back on Tom's frequency — if the skipper's got a working set, he'll hear me.

rest a hand on her shoulder, brief and heavy, then turn toward the kitchen to check the medical kit one more time

💭 peek at the thought

The streaks reached her groin yesterday. Cefalexin's barely holding the line. She needs IV — cephalosporin, metronidazole, fluids. What we have is expired pills and hope. The boat carries a real kit. If it comes.

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🌿 Jenny11:11

...Right.

Watch him walk away, then slowly reach down to touch the edge of the ankle brace, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

💭 peek at the thought

A brief hand on the shoulder. A mechanical gesture. He's treating me like another piece of equipment that needs a spare part.

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