the keeper's cottage · day 489 · afternoon

Midday Meal and Preparation

The tide begins to turn slowly as the heat peaks. They meet to eat and discuss the supply boat's arrival.

The south-east wind picks up, carrying a fine spray of salt from the reef that clings to the cottage. The tide is steadily rising, lapping at the lower pilings of the dock. Inside, the air is heavy with the 32°C heat as the smell of boiling sea beet fills the kitchen.

🔧 Kevin00:11

Tide's coming in. Supply boat's five days. I put your letter in the radio box this morning—sealed, no excuses. Tom's birthday was three days ago. I didn't call. I wrote instead.

sit down across from Jenny on the porch, open the tinned corned beef, and hand her half.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's turning, heat's pressing in, and the supply boat's five days out. I need to get that letter to Tom in the radio box before it sails—no more putting it off. Jenny's here, ankle still tender, but she's eating. I should say something real, not just about the boat or the engine.

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🌿 Jenny00:11

The letter is better than a call. At least the words don't break in the wind.

Takes the corned beef, eats slowly, watches the water<b> the dock pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

Five days is too long for an infection to wait, but too short for this silence to break.

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🔧 Kevin00:13

It's not the same as hearing his voice, but it's there. I'll check the dock wedges before the tide gets too high—make sure the ring's still solid.

stand up, wipe my hands on my trousers, and walk toward the dock, keeping my pace slow to spare my breath in the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right—words on paper don't get swallowed by static or lost in the swell. But I still should've called. The dock's holding, the engine's sound, and now this quiet between us feels like the only thing that's real. I need to keep my hands busy—check the mooring ring wedges before the tide lifts too high.

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🌿 Jenny00:13

Watch your step. The tide is coming in faster than it looks.

Watches him go, opens the notebook, and begins sketching the salt-bladder morphology of the sea beet leaves.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always fixing something so he doesn't have to look at me.

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