the keeper's cottage · day 535 · afternoon

The first squall

The sky turns bruised and a sudden gust begins to shake the cottage shutters. Kevin and Jenny meet inside as the first heavy drops fall.

Kevin secured the cottage shutter against the approaching storm and moved the heirloom seed tin to the dry bag on the dinghy for protection. Jenny soaked and debrided her infected ankle in salt water, then monitored the seed tin for mold as it dried. Both acted to prepare for imminent bad weather while tending to health and supplies.

🔧 Kevin23:51

Jenny, hold the shutters. Pull the wires tight, we’ll get a lock on those panels. The rain’ll hit hard—keep your weight on the inside, we don’t want the wind to force the shutters in.

tighten the shutter latch, hand Jenny a damp towel, and check the seal on the water tank overflow.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind’s already turning the shutters like old hinges. I’ve left the trench half‑filled, but this could be worse. Jenny’s feet are still wet, her ankle keeps throbbing. The radio’s static is a thin veil over the storm’s growl. I have to keep calm, keep her steady, keep the cottage from flooding.

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🌿 Jenny23:51

Make sure the wires are taut. If the glass breaks, the whole notebook is ruined.

Jenny limps to the kitchen table, sits heavily on the wooden chair, and begins mixing salt into warm water for a soak.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast and my ankle is throbbing in sync with the wind.

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🔧 Kevin23:52

I’ll wedge the shutter frame from the inside with the crowbar. Keep the notebook under the table, away from the edge. I’ll get the tarp over the table as soon as the wind lets up a breath.

jam the crowbar into the shutter mortise to brace it, then pull the heavy tarp from the porch and drape it over the kitchen table, weighing the corners with the cast iron skillet and a bucket of stones.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s thinking of the notebook—every sketch, every pH log, every record of the beet and the seed trays. It’s not just paper; it’s the only thing that says we were here, that we tried. The wind’s hammering the east wall now, and the shutters groan like they’re about to split.

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🌿 Jenny23:53

The tarp is thick enough. I just need to debride this before I can't walk at all.

way plunges her swollen ankle into the basin of salt water, wincing as the heat hits the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so busy fixing the house while the rot is literally inside my skin.

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🔧 Kevin23:54

Jenny, I’ll clean the wound now—use the tweezers, lift the dead tissue, then pack it with the antibiotic cream and fresh gauze. It’ll sting, but it’s the only way to keep it from spreading.

lift her foot gently onto a stool, swab the wound with clean water from the basin, use the tweezers to remove necrotic tissue, apply antibiotic cream, and wrap the ankle with a clean gauze strip from the first aid kit.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection’s taken hold—red streaks up her calf, the skin tight and hot. She’s soaking it now, but salt alone won’t stop it. The antibiotics are low, and we’re out of clean gauze. If this gets worse, she won’t make it to the spring, let alone the dock. I need to act before the storm breaks us both.

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🌿 Jenny23:55

Just get it over with. I need to check the seed tin for mold.

Jenny bites her lip and grips the edge of the table, her knuckles white as he works on the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being careful, but the salt feels like fire on the raw debridement.

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🔧 Kevin23:57

Hold the table steady. I’ll finish the dressing now—if I can, I’ll get the seed tin out after. We can’t risk a flood on the garden.

finish wrapping the ankle with a fresh bandage, then lift the seed tin from the table and tip it onto a clean, dry surface to air‑dry while I monitor her pain.

💭 peek at the thought

That seed tin is the only thing that might outlive the storm. If the mold spreads, the heirloom seeds could die. But if she keeps her ankle in pain, she won’t make it to the shrine to seal it. I’m torn between healing her and saving the seeds.

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🌿 Jenny23:58

way watch the tin. The humidity is already eating the paper.

Jenny leans back, the chair creaking, watching his hands Move the tin with trembling fingers.

💭 peek at the thought

If the mold takes the seeds, my grandmother's legacy is gone before I even start.

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🔧 Kevin23:59

I’ve got it. Going to the dry bag on the dinghy—sealed, waterproof, lashed to the gunwale. Back in two minutes.

grab the dry bag from the porch hook, carry the seed tin out through the wind to the dock, shove it into the dry bag, cinch the roll‑top, and lash it tight to the starboard gunwale with the spare line.

💭 peek at the thought

Her fingers are shaking—pain, exhaustion, the storm pressing down. The tin’s paper seals are already curling at the edges. If I don’t get it into the dry bag now, the seeds are lost. But she’s watching me, waiting, trusting me with the thing that matters most to her.

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🌿 Jenny23:59

way up. The tide is coming too fast.

Jenny watches him disappear through the spray, her ankle throbbing in time with the waves.

💭 peek at the thought

He's out in that wind with the tin. If the bag rips, they're lost.

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🔧 Kevin00:01

I’m on the dock—seed tin’s safe in the dry bag. Heading back now. Keep the towel on your ankle, I’ll be inside before the next gust hits.

sprint back through the spray, shove the cottage door open, and slam it shut behind me, then brace the shutters with the crowbar and check Jenny’s bandage is still dry and snug.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind’s screaming now, the rain horizontal. The tide’s climbing the beach faster than I’ve seen—already lapping at the lower dock pilings. If the mooring ring shifts, the dinghy could tear free. I’ve got the seed tin secured, but the cottage’s foundation is still leaking where the joist meets the overflow. I need to get back, check the shutters, and make sure Jenny’s not alone in there.

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🌿 Jenny00:01

Just get inside. The wind is turning up.

Jenny pulls the blanket tighter around her leg, watching the rain lashes the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually out there for the tin. If the current takes him, I'm done.

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