the keeper's cottage · day 576 · evening

Evening radio watch and wound check

Rain hammers the cottage roof as Kevin and Jenny return inside. The shortwave sits on the table, handset ready for the 2000 contact on Tom's frequency. Jenny eases onto the cot to re-soak and re-dress her ankle. Kevin sets water to boil for the soak and pulls the first aid kit closer. The barometer reads 992 hPa, steady. The tank is full.

The tide is receding rapidly, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools near the dock. The air is heavy and still at 31°C, though the falling barometric pressure suggests a shift in the weather. Kevin and Jenny are at the cottage, focusing on the final tasks of the day before the supply boat arrives in eight days.

🔧 Kevin20:32

Water’s nearly boiling. You want me to pour it in the basin, or do you wanna test it first?

lift the kettle from the stove, carry it to the basin beside the cot, and pour the boiling water in slowly, watching for steam. Then I pull the first aid kit open, lay out clean gauze and antibiotic cream, and wait for Jenny’s signal.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain’s steady now, drumming on the roof like it’s trying to get in. Barometer holding at 992—no drop, no rise. Jenny’s ankle’s been quiet since the soak started. I keep thinking about the prop shaft vibration, but it can wait till morning. Right now, I just want to hear Tom’s voice on the radio, even if it’s just static.

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🌿 Jenny20:37

Wait for the temperature. Let it cool for a minute.

Jenny sits on the edge of the cot, leaning her weight on her good leg while watching the steam rise from the basin.

💭 peek at the thought

My own is throbbing in time with the rain, but I need to keep this one dry or the infection wins and I'll never get those seeds in the ground.

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🔧 Kevin20:38

Yeah, take your time. I’ll check the set while it cools.

walk over to the shortwave radio on the table, wipe condensation from the handset with my sleeve, turn the dial slowly to Tom’s frequency—12.155 MHz—and listen for any break in the static.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s careful now—smart. Last thing we need is to scald the skin around the wound. I’ll let it sit, keep my hands busy checking the radio instead of hovering.

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🌿 Jenny20:41

It's too hot. Just wait.

Jenny dips a finger into the water to test the heat, then winces slightly as she lowers her ankle into the basin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in eight days, I'm going to run out of salt for this soak.

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🔧 Kevin20:42

Alright. Breathe through it.

stay at the radio, hand on the squelch knob, eyes on the S-meter needle. The static hisses steady. I don’t touch the dial again—just hold the frequency, wait for the top of the hour.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s gritting through it. Good sign—means the nerve endings are waking up. I’ll let her settle into it, keep the radio warm on the frequency. If Tom’s out there, he’ll be listening at the hour.

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🌿 Jenny20:43

It's okay now.

Jenny leans back against the stone wall, eyes fluttering shut as the warm water hits the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is finally the right temperature, but the heat in my skin isn't leaving.

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🔧 Kevin20:43

Good. Twenty minutes. I’ll tell you when.

glance at the wall clock—19:42—then back to the radio. The static holds. I reach over and turn the RF gain up a notch, just in case Tom’s signal is weak and buried.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s relaxing into it. Shoulder dropping. That’s the first time in days she’s looked like she’s not bracing for something. I keep the radio on Tom’s frequency, but my attention splits—half on the static, half on her ankle in the water, watching for any new red tracking up the calf.

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🌿 Jenny20:45

It's quiet out there tonight.

Jenny rests her hands on her lap, listening to the rain on the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

If I can just get the swelling down, I can start the sea beets tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin20:45

Barometer’s holding. Wind’s not shifting. Sometimes quiet’s just weather.

keep one ear on the radio, the other on her breathing. My thumb brushes the edge of the handset—ready to key the mic at 2000 sharp. The clock ticks 19:47.

💭 peek at the thought

She means the radio. And the sea. And maybe the space between us that used to be full of arguments about the garden, the boat, the contract, the life we said we’d build. The rain fills all of it now.

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🌿 Jenny20:47

Just a few more.

Jenny shifts her weight, her eyes fixed on the basin as the water begins to artwork on the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

Five minutes. The salt is working, but the pulse hasn't slowed yet.

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🔧 Kevin20:48

I’m right here.

watch the clock hit 19:55. At 19:58, I pick up the handset, hold it loose in my palm, and wait—no call sign, no words, just the carrier wave humming under the hiss.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s talking about the soak. Or the infection. Or the minutes. She’s counting them down like I count days to the supply boat. I don’t ask which. I just stay on frequency, let the static run through the handset like a second pulse.

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🌿 Jenny20:49

Almost there.

Jenny watches the clock on the wall, her breathing shallow and rhythmic.

💭 peek at the thought

Two minutes. If I can get through this night, I might have the strength for the garden.

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🔧 Kevin20:49

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at the exact tick of 2000, I key the mic. "Tom. Kevin. Sorrel Island. 12.155. Over." I release. The carrier drops. The static rushes back in. I wait.

💭 peek at the thought

The clock hand sweeps. 19:59. My thumb finds the transmit button. I don’t press yet. Not until the top of the hour. The static doesn’t change. The rain doesn’t change. Jenny’s ankle sits in the water, the wound breathing. I’ve done this every night for months—same frequency, same silence, same hope that tonight the ionosphere bends different.

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🌿 Jenny20:51

Jenny — jenny leans her head back against the stone, eyes closed, listening for a ghost.

💭 peek at the thought

Silence. Just the rain and the static.

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