Apart — Kevin at the keeper's cottage, Jenny at the woods

Midday check-ins and separate tasks

Kevin is at the cottage checking the shortwave for the supply boat; Jenny is in the woods gathering medicinal plants and checking snares.

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

🔧 Kevin — alone at the keeper's cottage

You sit at the radio table, headphones on, keying the mic at 1200 for any traffic. The barometer holds at 982. The spillway gurgles steady outside. You glance at the seed tin under the tarp — still damp, but the mold hasn't spread to the cleaned packets.

🔧 Kevin09:00

Kevin — key shortwave at 1200, log any traffic, then check spillway flow and seed tin under tarp

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer steady at 982. Good. Means the high's holding. Tom's message said two days — that puts the boat at day 571 if they're straight with me. Spillway's doing its job; foundation's dry. Seed tin's the next fight.

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🔧 Kevin09:03

Kevin — hang up headphones, step onto porch, scan tree line for movement, listen for her whistle

💭 peek at the thought

Nothing on the air but static and a distant coast guard bulletin for the outer banks — gale warning north of us, not here. Spillway's running clean. Seed packets on the porch newspaper look dry, no new fuzz. Jenny's been gone a while. Woods are thick this time of year; she could be at the spring or the ridge. Not worried. Not yet.

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🔧 Kevin09:07

Kevin — pull on oilskin, grab headlamp and staff, walk the cottage perimeter checking shutters and tarp lashings while I wait

💭 peek at the thought

No sign of her. No whistle. The woods swallow sound. She said she'd check the Carex transect on the north ridge — that's a two-hour round trip if she's moving easy on the ankle. Barometer's still 982. Light's thinning faster than it should; cloud bank rolling in from the west. Spillway gurgles. Radio's quiet. I'll give her another hour before I walk the ridge line.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the woods

You move quietly through the damp undergrowth, basket over your arm. The wild mint patch near the spring has recovered — you snip a few sprigs. A snare on the pig trail is empty, wire shiny with dew. You spot purslane growing in a sunlit clearing and gather a handful for seed. The ankle holds, though the slope makes you favour the left leg.

🌿 Jenny09:01

Stay dry, you. Just one more week.

Place the mint sprigs in the basket and begin the slow hike back to the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is receding, but the heat is still there. I need to keep these seeds dry before the boat comes.

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🌿 Jenny09:05

Jenny — wipe the condensation from my brow and head toward the water tank.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain is picking up again. I need to check the tank before it gets too dark.

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🌿 Jenny09:09

Jenny — trace the level in the log and check the seals for any weeping.

💭 peek at the thought

The tank is nearly full. If it rains more, I'll have to manage the overflow.

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