the keeper's cottage · day 458 · morning

Morning Day 458

The rain continues to fall, filling the water tank to the brim. You and Jenny stay inside, planning the day's tasks while the supply boat approaches.

Kevin tried the radio for a weather fax but heard only static and news; Jenny monitored her ankle infection and prepared to reapply the poultice. Neither succeeded in making contact, and the ankle showed no clear worsening.

🌿 Jenny17:00

Check the radio again. We need to know if they're on schedule.

sit up on the edge of the bed, rubbing the throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If that boat actually shows up, I need real antibiotics. I can't keep living on mint poultices and stubbornness.

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🔧 Kevin17:01

On it." (I move to the radio shelf, wipe condensation off the dial, and key the mic on Tom's frequency.) "This is Kevin on Sorrel Island. Any traffic? Over.

Key the radio and listen for a reply while watching Jenny shift on the bed, her hand tight on her ankle. Wait for a crackle of voice or just the storm's hiss in the speaker. If nothing, I'll try again in ten minutes.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's still falling, storm's close. Radio's our only link—need to hear if the boat's coming through the gale. Jenny's ankle's worse, but she's pushing through. I'll key up now, keep it short.

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🌿 Jenny17:02

Nothing but static. Come on, give me something.

lean toward the radio, ear pressed to the speaker, listening through the white noise.

💭 peek at the thought

Static. Just the sound of the waves. The salt is eating the signal today.

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🔧 Kevin17:03

Let me try the weather frequency. Sometimes they piggyback updates there.

Switch the radio to the scheduled weather fax frequency, listen for the burst of tones that means a transmission's coming through. If I hear it, I'll grab a pencil and start copying.

💭 peek at the thought

Static's eating the signal. Storm's swallowing the transmission. If the boat's out there, they're fighting the same gale we are—maybe they can't get through. Or maybe they're not coming. Jenny's ear to the speaker says she needs hope more than data. I'll give her a try, then we move to what we can control.

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🌿 Jenny17:03

Get the notebook. If there's a burst, I need the coordinates.

reach for the notebook on the table, fingers shaking slightly from the fever.

💭 peek at the thought

If the barometer keeps dropping, the boat won't make it in anyway. My leg feels like hot lead.

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🔧 Kevin17:05

Got it.

Pick up the damp notebook and a ballpoint, flip to a fresh page, hold it ready over the radio. Watch the dial for the fax carrier tone while Jenny grips the table edge. If the burst comes, I'll write it down fast—position, ETA, sea state.

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand's shaking bad. Fever's climbing. The coordinates matter—boat's our lifeline—but her body's failing. I'll copy the fax if it comes. She needs rest, meds, warmth. Not another vigil at the radio.

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🌿 Jenny17:05

Wait for the tone. It has to be there.

sit on the stool, pencil hovering over the paper, listening to the static.

💭 peek at the thought

Still nothing. Just the hiss of the atmosphere. My ankle is pulsing with every second.

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🔧 Kevin17:07

(quietly) Hold on.

Hold the notebook flat in front of me, pencil poised. Listen to the radio, watching the dial for a burst of carrier tone. When it appears, I'll write the coordinates immediately.

💭 peek at the thought

The storm's humming in the walls; the radio's static is a wall. If there's a burst, it's our only clue. I need to keep the notebook open, pencil ready, and not let the tremor of her fever distract me. We wait.

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🌿 Jenny17:07

It's not coming.

lean closer to the radio, eyes fixed on the dial for any flicker of life.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence between the static is worse than the noise. My skin is tight and hot.

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🔧 Kevin17:09

Jen. No signal. Let me get you back to bed, cool cloth, next dose.

Set the notebook down, put a hand on her shoulder, guide her toward the bedroom. If she resists, I'll sit on the stool and hold the pencil for her—but she needs to lie down.

💭 peek at the thought

No burst. No tone. Just storm static. The boat might be silent, or the ionosphere's eaten the signal. Jenny's burning up, pencil trembling. She won't leave the radio. I need to make the call: keep listening, or move her to bed, cool her down, give the next antibiotic dose. The storm's not waiting.

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