the keeper's cottage · day 624 · midday

Midday Meal Prep

Kevin and Jenny meet in the small kitchen as the rain intensifies, the smell of boiling water filling the cramped space.

The heavy, humid air of the wet season presses on the cottage as the midday heat peaks. The barometer continues its slow descent, signaling the approaching front. The tide is rising steadily, pushing water toward the dock and saturating the already damp earth near the cottage foundation.

🔧 Kevin03:51

Kettle's hot. Mug on the shelf if you want one.

pour water from the kettle into the tin mug, set it on the table beside the radio

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving better. Ankle's still swollen but she's putting weight on it without the cane. The rain on the roof sounds like the Bay of Biscay in November — steady, relentless, the kind that doesn't stop for days. Barometer's holding at 1006 but the trend's still down. Helicopter in six hours if the ceiling lifts.

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🌿 Jenny03:53

Thanks.

Reach for the mug with trembling fingers, eyes fixed on the notebook where the coordinates are written.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in ten days, I'll be too weak to carry the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin03:53

Coordinates haven't moved. Cairns has them. Helicopter has them. You've got them written on your wrist too.

sit opposite her at the table, roll the pen between my fingers

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shaking. Not cold — she's warm to the touch, fever still sitting in her. Could be the antibiotics finally working through, could be the adrenaline of what's coming. She's staring at the coordinates like they'll change if she looks hard enough. Cairns said 0800. It's 0647. Cloud base is too low for rotary wing but the forecast shows a window at 0730.

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🌿 Jenny03:55

I can't afford to lose them.

Pull the sleeve down to hide the ink-smudged wrist, then look down at the throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, I'm obsessing because I'm terrified of forgetting.

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🔧 Kevin03:55

You won't lose them. I've got them. Radio's got them. Dry bag's got them.

reach across the table, finger the edge of the notebook page with the coordinates

💭 peek at the thought

Ink's smudged from sweat and salt water. She wrote them small, precise — lat/long to four decimals, frequency, call sign. The way she used to write seed packets. The ankle's angry red tracking up past the calf now, hot through the blanket. She's not looking at me. Hasn't looked at me properly since the shrine.

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🌿 Jenny03:57

Just make sure the dry bag is actually sealed.

Pull the notebook closer to my chest, hand resting over the sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the paper is enough, but the island is hungry for everything.

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🔧 Kevin03:57

Four rolls. Clip engaged. Forward locker, port side. Spare impeller taped to the inside lid.

tap the notebook cover once, knuckle against cardboard

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking me. Not the bag — me. Testing whether I've done the thing I said I'd done. The seal on the dry bag takes three rolls and a clip. I did four rolls. Watched the tape bond. Set it in the dinghy's forward locker myself. She knows this. She also knows I forgot the spare VHF battery last month and we spent three days with no backup comms.

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🌿 Jenny03:59

Check the clip again tomorrow.

Take a slow sip of the hot water, steam fogging my glasses for a second.

💭 peek at the thought

If the water gets in there, the seeds are just mush.

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