the keeper's cottage · day 596 · morning

The Storm Breaks In

Rain begins to drum against the roof as you and Jenny sit at the kitchen table.

Kevin and Jenny spent the morning monitoring the falling barometer as the heavy air remained still. Kevin worked on the dinghy's rigging tension while Jenny's movement was limited to the cottage, managing the persistent pain in her infected ankle.

🌿 Jenny18:57

It's going to be a heavy one. We should check the tank again.

Reach for the sterilized scalpel and flinch as the weight shifts on my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping and my ankle is throbbing; I need to finish these sketches before the light gets worse.

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🔧 Kevin18:57

Tank's at three-eighty-eight. Room for twelve more litres before overflow. Copper spillway's running clear.

Push back from the table and walk to the porch door to check the sky and the spillway flow.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle still. The lancing helped but the swelling hasn't gone down like it should. Rain's good for the tank but the barometer's been steady at 1006 — this isn't the big blow, just a wet front. I'll check the tank gauge after breakfast, then the dinghy shrouds like I planned.

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🌿 Jenny18:59

Keep an eye on the intake. I need to get this drained out before I can move properly.

Bite my lip and steady my hand with the scalpel over the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

Twelve litres isn't much if the storm holds, and I'm losing focus on this incision.

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🔧 Kevin18:59

Intake's clear. Cleaned it yesterday when the barometer started holding. Spillway's copper, won't choke.

Lean against the doorframe watching the rain, one hand on the frame, the other resting on the pocket knife at my belt.

💭 peek at the thought

She's been at this ankle for three days now. The antibiotics should've kicked in harder by now. If the heat's not gone by tomorrow I'll need to lance deeper or get the metronidazole finished proper. Intake screen clogs with silt every heavy rain — learned that the hard way month three.

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🌿 Jenny19:01

Just make sure the salt doesn't get the garden. I can't start over.

Press the blade into the center of the infection, gritting my teeth against the sharp heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always watching the horizon while I'm trying to manage the rot in my own skin.

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🔧 Kevin19:03

Wall holds. Tarp's battened. Salt stops at the path.

Step back into the kitchen, pull a clean tin mug from the shelf, and set the kettle on the stove to boil for tea.

💭 peek at the thought

The garden's the only thing she's built that hasn't failed her. Three rounds of damping-off, rats in the basil, salt burn on the tomatoes — she still gets up at dawn to check the trays. Salt won't reach the beds. The wall's two courses higher than last winter and the tarp's battened. But she's white at the lips. That scalpel's sharp but her hand's shaking.

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🌿 Jenny19:03

I need the salt water for this. The pressure is getting too much.

Release a long, shaky breath as the skin finally gives, watching the fluid pool in the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

The kettle whistling is the only thing drowning out the唸 in my leg.

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🔧 Kevin19:05

Basin's on the porch. Water's still warm. Fresh gauze in the kit.

Walk to the porch and bring back the galvanized bucket of warm salt water, setting it on the table beside her without a word.

💭 peek at the thought

She's doing it herself because she won't ask me to. Stubborn as a seized bolt. The basin's still by the porch with the salt soak from yesterday — warm, clean, ready. She needs the pressure off before the swelling cuts the blood supply. I've seen it turn black in less than a day on a trawler's deckhand. Didn't end well.

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