the keeper's cottage · day 572 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The rain lashes against the cottage as the pressure continues to drop, signaling a significant storm. Kevin monitors the falling barometer while Jenny stays inside, nursing her swollen ankle as the wind howls through the eaves.

🔧 Kevin13:01

Kevin — walk to the kitchen shelf and check the barometer reading

💭 peek at the thought

The rain hammers the roof in sheets now. Through the window I can see the garden tarp ballooning — those oak stakes better hold. Jenny's asleep in the chair, ankle propped on the stool. The barometer's dropped another two millibars since I last looked. Supply boat's due in two days if the skipper's crazy enough to cross this. I should check the foundation leak at the northeast corner before the tide peaks, but the wind's hitting thirty knots steady and the porch steps are slick.

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🌿 Jenny13:01

It's dropping faster than yesterday. The storm is coming in from the west and we're going to get hit hard.

Kevin leans in to the barometer, watching the needle drift toward the lower end of the scale while the wind begins to rattle the kitchen windows.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping. 988 hPa and still falling. If it hits 980, the supply boat won't even make it through the channel. I need to check the seed tin again; the mold is moving faster than I can scrub, and I can't lose my grandmother's legacy to this humidity.

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🔧 Kevin13:03

Aye. High tide's 0300. Surge'll ride it.

pull on oilskin jacket and boots, grab the LED headlamp from the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. 984 now. Dropped four in the hour since I looked. West wind means the swell wraps around the south headland and slams straight into the dock — and the cottage foundation. The northeast corner's already weeping. If the surge coincides with high tide in three hours, the water'll be lapping the floorboards.

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🌿 Jenny13:03

Move the tin to the top shelf. If the water gets under the porch, the heirloom packets are gone.

Jenny winces as she shifts her weight to her good leg, reaching for the metal tin to pull it away from the floor.

💭 peek at the thought

0300 is too early. If the surge hits the dock, the crate will float away. I need to make sure the seed tin is high up, but my ankle feels like it's being squeezed by pliers.

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🔧 Kevin13:05

I've got it. You sit.

step over, lift the rusted seed tin from the bottom shelf and carry it to the top shelf above the workbench

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slow, favouring the ankle. The poultice held the infection back but the swelling's still angry. She shouldn't be lifting — but the tin's heavy and the bottom shelf's the first to flood. I'll take it.

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🌿 Jenny13:05

way make sure it's dry up there. The mold is already eating the edges.

Jenny sinks into the kitchen chair, clutching her swollen ankle and watching the rain lash against the stone wall.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, I'm moving slow. My leg is hot and pulsing with every heartbeat. If those seeds get wet, I have nothing left of her garden.

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