the keeper's cottage · day 356 · night

The Storm Breaks

The wind howls through the eaves as the rain turns to a downpour. You and Jenny gather by the lantern as the tide rises.

Kevin focuses on the final assembly of the dinghy engine, ensuring the Yanmar unit is seated and secured. Jenny spends the day organizing the remaining seed packets and checking the garden beds for signs of salt stress. The air remains heavy as the tide pushes in, signaling the approaching storm.

🔧 Kevin14:02

Barometer's dropped seven millibars since noon. Supply boat's not coming through this.

pour two mugs of tea from the pot on the stove, set one on the table near her hand

💭 peek at the thought

Weather's turned proper nasty. Lantern light catches her face — she's watching me, not the storm. Been three hundred fifty-six days and I still can't read what she's waiting for.

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🌿 Jenny14:02

I know. The sea state is too high for them anyway.

Reach for the mug, fingers trembling slightly, eyes tracking the red line creeping up my calf.

💭 peek at the thought

Eight days until the boat was due, and now the sky is closing in while my leg rots.

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🔧 Kevin14:04

It's just the ankle. Been stiff since the dock work.

pull my trouser leg down slow, deliberate, hiding the red streak creeping past the brace

💭 peek at the thought

She sees it. The infection line. I've been ignoring it for two days, wrapping it fresh each morning, telling myself the heat's just the ankle healing wrong. She's not fooled.

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🌿 Jenny14:04

It's the salt. The water gets into everything.

Tighten the laces on the ankle brace, wincing as the fabric rubs against the inflamed skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's lying. He saw the heat, he just doesn't want to see me weak.

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