the keeper's cottage · day 452 · morning

Breakfast and supply boat watch

Kevin returns from the dock as Jenny finishes spreading the last seed packets. The kettle whistles. They sit at the table with limpet broth and corned beef, the shortwave radio silent on the shelf. The barometer still reads 987 hPa. Two days until the supply boat. Kevin's ankle throbs dully; Jenny's is wrapped and elevated on a stool.

Kevin and Jenny shared a breakfast of limpet broth and corned beef while discussing the deteriorating dock and approaching storm. The barometer continued its steady fall to 986 hPa, confirming the weather is worsening faster than the supply boat's arrival.

🔧 Kevin11:03

Transom's solid. Sister plank's still floating on a void. Wedged it temporary. Need to drive shims proper at next low.

pour broth into both tin mugs, set one in front of Jenny, sit opposite her with my own mug warming my hands

💭 peek at the thought

The broth smells like salt and fat and something almost like home. She's not looking at the radio. Neither am I. Two days and the barometer's holding — that's the lie we tell ourselves.

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🌿 Jenny11:05

Thank you. Did the tide look high?

Reach for the mug and take a slow, cautious sip of the broth.

💭 peek at the thought

He's still thinking about the dock. Always the structural integrity, never the silence. I can feel the hunger shaking me more than the infection now.

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🔧 Kevin11:05

Higher than the charts. Scoured another inch under the north piling. Greenheart shim's holding but the sand's moving.

blow across my mug, sip, set it down and reach for the corned beef tin

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the tide when we both know what she means. The supply boat. The crossing. Whether the water will let them through.

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🌿 Jenny11:07

If the north piling goes, the whole dock tilts. We can't keep fighting the tide, Kevin.

Lean back against the stool, glancing toward the heirloom seed tin drying on the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

The sand is moving. Everything here is shifting, sliding, or rotting. We're just trying to nail ourselves to a ghost.

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🔧 Kevin11:07

Then we sister the piling. Drive the shims deeper. Bolt a collar. The supply boat needs that dock.

spear a chunk of corned beef with the fork, chew slow, watch the steam rise off the broth

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The tide doesn't negotiate. But neither do I. Not on this. Not yet.

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🌿 Jenny11:09

It's just a dock. We can load the boat from the beach if we have to.

Take a bite of the corned beef, chewing slowly and staring at the barometer.

💭 peek at the thought

He treats the dock like a patient he can actually save. I wonder if he knows that bolts don't stop the ocean from eating the land.

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