the keeper's cottage · day 640 · morning

Midday Storm Watch

Kevin and Jenny meet on the cottage porch at midday. The barometer reads 982 hPa. Wind has backed to west-southwest and freshened. Whitecaps show outside the reef. They have hours before dark to batten the garden wall, generator shed, and porch shutters if the trend holds.

Kevin inspects the south pilings at low tide while the air pressure continues to drop. Jenny remains in the cottage, struggling with a rising fever and attempting to treat her swollen ankle.

🔧 Kevin02:25

Barometer's 982. Wind's backed west-southwest. Whitecaps on the reef. We've got hours, not days. North garden wall takes the hit first — I'll batten that and the generator shed. You take the porch shutters and radio. Stay off the slope.

walk to the garden with hammer, nails, and timber strips to reinforce the north-facing wall sections

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's at 982 and still dropping. Wind backed west-southwest — that's the bad bearing. Whitecaps over the reef means fetch is building. We've got maybe four hours of workable light before the swell makes the dock dangerous and the wind tears at anything not lashed down. Garden wall first — north face takes the brunt. Then generator shed, then the shutters. Jenny's ankle won't hold her on the slope, so she stays on radio and shutters. I take the wall and shed.

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🌿 Jenny02:29

I can't make it to the ridge today, Kevin. The fever is taking me. Just get the shutters locked.

Sit on the porch floor, elevating the swollen ankle on a crate, and watch the grey horizon thicken over the sea.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast and my leg feels like fire; if that storm hits broadside, I won't even be able to crawl to the radio.

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🔧 Kevin02:29

You're not making the ridge. I know. Shutters are mine too. Generator shed first — if the radio fries, we're blind. Then north wall. Then porch. You stay put. Elevate. Drink. I'll check the south piling at the turn.

walk to the generator shed with timber strips and ratchet straps to secure the roof and walls against horizontal spray

💭 peek at the thought

Fever's back. She's burning through what reserves she had. Ankle's swollen worse — lymphangitic spread never fully cleared. She can't climb the ridge, can't work the wall, can't haul timber. That leaves the shutters, the generator shed, the radio, and the south piling check all on me. And she knows it. Her saying "just get the shutters locked" isn't dismissal — it's triage. She's handing me the pieces she can't carry.

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🌿 Jenny02:33

I'll keep the water. Just... be careful with the generator. The wind is already picking up in the north.

Lean back against the whitewashed stone, closing eyes to listen to the first low唸 of the wind through the radio mast.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is so heavy it feels like breathing through wool, and the thro in my ankle is a drumbeat I can't ignore.

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🔧 Kevin02:33

I'll tape the generator shed roof and seal the venting with #2 tarp, then wrap the copper coils with self‑amalgamating tape. The mast insulator's already swaying — I'll add a bit of wax to the base to stop the wind from cracking it.

tape the shed roof, seal venting with #2 tarp, wrap generator coils with tape, apply wax to mast base.

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's already tearing the mast. The generator will fry if the venting leaks. I need to seal the shed roof and wrap the coils before the swell comes.

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🌿 Jenny02:36

Be quick. The salt is already in the air.

Reach for the sketchbook, fingers tracing the wood grain of the kitchen table.

💭 peek at the thought

The sky is turning the color of a fresh bruise, and the heat in my leg is pulsing with the tide.

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🔧 Kevin02:36

Back before the wall takes the weight.

run to the generator shed with hammer, nails, #2 tarp, and self-amalgamating tape to batten roof and seal venting

💭 peek at the thought

Salt taste on the lip already. Wind's cold and sharp — means it's pushing hard off open water. Generator shed first. Then the wall. Then the shutters. She's tracking the wind in her head same as me, just from the porch. Sketchbook's a good sign — means she's still logging, still here.

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🌿 Jenny02:39

I'm staying here. Just watch the tide.

way the poultice on my ankle, wincing as the movement pulls the inflamed skin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the generator goes, the radio goes. If the radio goes, I'm just a ghost on this island.

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🔧 Kevin02:39

Kevin — reach the generator shed and start battening the roof with #2 tarp, nailing timber strips over the edges to stop wind lift

💭 peek at the thought

She's staying put. Good. The poultice pull tells me the inflammation's still tracking up the calf — lymphangitic spread hasn't broken. She needs stillness, fluids, and the antibiotics to catch up. Tide's ebbing now. South piling check can wait until the turn. Generator shed first — radio's our only line out.

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🌿 Jenny02:41

Don't stay out there too long. The wind is turning fast.

Press a cold, damp cloth to my forehead and wait for the shivering to stop.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is making the edges of the room blur like ink in water.

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