the keeper's cottage · day 563 · evening

Sheltering the storm

Kevin and Jenny are inside the cottage as the rain lashes the roof. The smell of wet wood and salt fills the small room.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny03:42

The barometer is steady, but this rain isn't letting up.

Limp over to the table and carefully set the bundle of newspapers down.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain. I can't just sit here and let him do everything while I wilt.

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🔧 Kevin03:42

Pressure's not moving. Means it's just a low grinding through, not blowing up.

Set the crowbar against the wall and pull the kettle off the hook, filling it from the tank tap.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left leg still. Good sign she made it up the path without stopping, but the ankle's not right yet. Barometer holding at 981 is the only thing keeping me from boarding the windows proper.

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🌿 Jenny03:44

It's too humid for a low grind. The damp is getting through the stone.

Sit heavily on the chair and wince as I shift my weight, looking at my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so sure of the numbers, but the air feels heavy enough to drown the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin03:44

Kettle's on. Want a mug?

Light the stove with a twist of newspaper, feed in two split logs from the bin, and set the kettle on the hot plate.

💭 peek at the thought

Stone sweats when the air's this thick. She's feeling it in the joint — pressure drop hits the swollen tissue before the barometer shows it.

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🌿 Jenny03:46

Please. And make it strong.

Reach for the sketchbook on the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I trace the veins of a sea beet leaf.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I won't have the strength to even open that tin of seeds.

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🔧 Kevin03:46

Only way I know.

Scoop coffee into the tin mugs — two heaping spoons each — and pour when the kettle whistles, sliding one across the table to her good side.

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shaking. Cold, or the antibiotics wearing thin, or just the weight of three days fever. Either way the sketchbook's the only thing keeping her still.

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🌿 Jenny03:50

Thanks.

Wrap both hands around the mug, breathing in the steam while I watch the rain blur the window.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat from the mug is the only thing keeping me from shivering through the fever right now.

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🔧 Kevin03:50

Wind hasn't shifted. If it holds west, the dock takes it on the bow.

Blow across my own mug, watch the ripples, and take a slow sip.

💭 peek at the thought

Steam rising, hands wrapped tight. She's warming from the inside out. Rain's hammering the glass but the wind's still west — not backing south yet.

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