the keeper's cottage · day 600 · evening

The Storm Deepens

The wind howls through the eaves, and the water level reaches the cottage foundation as the tide hits its peak.

The air pressure is dropping rapidly as the heavy wet heat settles, signaling the storm is arriving earlier than forecasted. Inside the cottage, the atmosphere is thick with the smell of salty broth and damp wood. Jenny sits at the table, her face flushed with fever, while Kevin monitors the rising tide and the pooling water near the garden wall.

🔧 Kevin00:01

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pull on oilskins and boots, grab the headlamp, walk out onto the porch to check the spillway flow and the garden wall base

💭 peek at the thought

Water's kissing the foundation stones. Copper spillway's taking the load — good. But if this wind holds northeast another hour, the surge'll push past the spillway capacity. Need to check the garden wall base where the drainage repair's only forty percent.

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🌿 Jenny00:02

Watch the step, the water's already touching the stone.

Reach for the tin of salt on the table, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If that trench fails again, the heirloom seeds will rot in the tin before they ever see the light.

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🔧 Kevin00:02

Sit down. I'll check the spillway.

put a hand on her shoulder to guide her back toward the chair, then step out onto the porch into the wind and rain

💭 peek at the thought

She's not supposed to be on her feet. Ankle's not ready for weight-bearing. But she's moving anyway — stubborn as the tide.

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🌿 Jenny00:03

Just don't stay out too long in this.

pull the notebook toward my lap, shielding the sketches from the spray with my arm.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he's protecting the house, but the island is just reclaiming it.

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🔧 Kevin00:05

Spillway's clear. Foundation's dry. Back in two minutes.

step back inside, shake water off oilskins, hang them on the porch hooks

💭 peek at the thought

She'll work through anything. Salt sketches in a storm. The spillway's running clean — copper pipe singing with water, hose extension carrying it past the east foundation onto the grass slope. Garden wall base holding. South slope drainage trench taking the overflow. Forty percent done but the critical path works. Wind's northeast, steady. Barometer 984 and falling. Surge'll peak in twenty minutes with high tide. Then we'll know if the cottage foundation leak's truly sealed.

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🌿 Jenny00:05

You're soaked. Get by the stove.

rub the swollen ankle through the blanket, trying to ignore the pulsing heat in the joint.

💭 peek at the thought

The drainage is holding for now, but the pressure is still bottom down.

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🔧 Kevin00:06

I'm dry enough. Broth's hot. Eat something.

ladle broth into the tin mug she used earlier, set it on the table beside her notebook

💭 peek at the thought

Oilskins did their job. Underneath's barely damp. Stove's throwing good heat — kettle singing, broth pot simmering. She's favoring the ankle hard. Fever's still in her, low but persistent. Antibiotics finished yesterday. If the infection's not gone, we're out of options here. Supply boat four days out. Maybe six.

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🌿 Jenny00:07

I'm not hungry.

take the mug with my fingers trembling slightly, the steam fogging my glasses.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't eat, I won't have the strength to walk to the ridge tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin00:09

Drink the broth. Ankle needs the salt and the collagen. Doctor's orders.

pull out the chair opposite her, sit, and wait

💭 peek at the thought

Tremor's not cold. She's burning through reserves fighting this infection. Broth's the only thing she's kept down in twelve hours. Salt, fat, water — what a body needs. She won't eat for herself. She'll eat if I make it about the ankle healing. Or about the garden. Or about anything but her.

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🌿 Jenny00:09

fine. I'll drink a little.

take a small sip of the salty broth, the warmth hitting my feverish face.

💭 peek at the thought

He's not a doctor, but he's the only one here.

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🔧 Kevin00:10

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watch her drink, then rise and walk to the window to check the garden wall base through the glass

💭 peek at the thought

Good. A sip. Then another. Salt and fat hitting the blood. She'll finish the mug if I don't hover. Wind's shifting — gusts hitting the cottage corner harder now. Northeast still but backing toward north. That'll drive surge different. Need to check the dock mooring ring tell-tales at high water. The oak wedges held through the last storm but this one's slower, meaner. Longer fetch.

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🌿 Jenny00:11

Is the trench holding the water?

set the mug down with a heavy thud, wincing as the movement shifts my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is pooling again. If that wall goes, my grandmother's seeds are gone.

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