the keeper's cottage · day 632 · afternoon

Afternoon radio check and ankle assessment

Kevin and Jenny sit on the cottage porch as warm rain hammers the tarp. The barometer reads 984 hPa. Kevin holds the shortwave handset; Jenny's ankle is propped on a crate, bandage fresh, pen marks visible at mid-thigh. The supply boat is twenty-four hours out if the front holds. They need to decide whether to signal medevac now or wait for the boat.

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🌿 Jenny15:18

The pressure is dropping too fast, Kevin. If it hits 980, we have to call them in.

Trace the edge of the red line with a trembling finger.

💭 peek at the thought

The line isn't moving down, but the fever is screaming. If the boat doesn't come, I won't be able to walk.

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🔧 Kevin15:18

Barometer's dropped three millibars since noon. At this rate we hit 980 by midnight. Helicopter needs two hours from the mainland. That gives us... ninety minutes to decide.

key the shortwave handset and call "Pan-pan, pan-pan, pan-pan. Sorrel Island caretaker station. Medical evacuation request. Position 49°12'N 006°18'W.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. 984 and falling means the front's accelerating. If it hits 980 before the boat clears the headland, the channel closes and we're cut off for days. The medevac forms are signed and in the dry bag on the dinghy. We call now, we get the helicopter before the window shuts. We wait, we gamble her leg on weather we can't control.

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🌿 Jenny15:19

Tell them I have a persistent fever. Tell them the infection is at the thigh.

Reach for the tin of grandmother's seeds and pull it close to my chest.

💭 peek at the thought

own minutes. That's not enough time to pack the seeds, let alone survive the storm if the wind turns.

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🔧 Kevin15:20

Patient female, forty. Fever persistent forty-eight hours. Cellulitis right ankle with lymphangitic spread to mid-thigh. Red line marked at thirteen hundred. Two courses antibiotics completed — doxycycline and metronidazole. No improvement. Request immediate medevac. Over.

hold the handset to my ear, waiting for the coastguard acknowledgement, my other hand resting on the porch rail.

💭 peek at the thought

She's giving me the clinical facts the pilot needs. Fever means systemic. Thigh means lymphangitis tracking upward. That's not "wait and see" territory. The seed tin in her hands — she's thinking about what she leaves behind if the helicopter takes her and I stay. Or what happens if I go with her and the island sits empty.

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🌿 Jenny15:23

Tell them the weather is turning. Tell them I can't wait.

Close my eyes and listen to the static on the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

If they don't come in ninety minutes, I'm just part of the island.

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🔧 Kevin15:23

Weather deteriorating rapidly. Barometer nine-eight-four and falling. Front expected to close channel within six hours. Supply boat twenty-four hours out — will not make it. Patient cannot wait for surface transport. Garden suitable for winch extraction — thirty-by-twenty metres, some turf, wind gusting thirty knots from northwest. Over.

keep the handset keyed, eyes on the barometer needle hovering at 984, the rain hammering the tarp louder now.

💭 peek at the thought

She's telling me to give them the full picture — weather window closing, patient deteriorating, no safe harbour for a boat if the front slams shut. The static on the radio is the front arriving. Coastguard will want to know if we have a landing zone. The garden's flat enough for a winch, but the wind's already gusting thirty. They'll need to know that too.

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🌿 Jenny15:26

Tell them the garden is clear. Tell them to come now.

Grip the tin of seeds so hard my knuckles white.

💭 peek at the thought

ninety minutes. If the wind picks up more, they won't even get over the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin15:26

Garden landing zone confirmed clear for winch operations. Request immediate launch. Sorrel Island out.

unkey the handset and set it on the porch rail, then reach for the dry bag at my feet — check the medevac forms are still sealed inside, the letter to Tom, seed tin E, spare impeller.

💭 peek at the thought

The garden's not clear — tomato stakes, shade cloth, the lime sack by the shed. But she's not talking about obstacles. She's telling them to come regardless. The coastguard operator will hear the urgency in my voice whether I want them to or not. My knuckles are white on the handset too.

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🌿 Jenny15:29

Kevin, look at the barometer. It's not holding. It's falling. We don't have time.

Make for the window and touch the glass with a wet palm. </think> Reach for the tin and open it.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking the tin. Of course he's checking the tin. It's dropping faster than I calculated.

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🔧 Kevin15:29

Nine-eight-three. Dropping one every twenty minutes. Helicopter's thirty minutes out if they launched on my call. We have the dry bag. We have the forms. You have the seeds.

stand and pull the porch door wide, scanning the sky toward the mainland — low cloud, rain sheets, no rotor sound yet — then turn back and offer her my arm.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The needle's dropped another millibar while I was checking the bag. 983. The front's not waiting for paperwork. She's opening the seed tin — grandmother's seeds, the ones she's carried through everything. If the helicopter comes, she's deciding what goes with her. If it doesn't, she's deciding what stays.

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