the keeper's cottage · day 641 · midday

Midday Lull

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the air grows heavy and the tide begins its slow turn back to sea.

The afternoon air is heavy, the flat sky finally darkening into a bruised purple-grey. The atmospheric pressure continues to drop, signaling a coming front before the supply boat arrives. Kevin and Jenny reunite at the cottage as the first gusts of salt-scented wind pick up from the ridge.

🌿 Jenny03:55

The boat won't be here today, will it?

Jenny tightens the wrap on her way ankle and looks out the window.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping too fast for him to be this quiet, and I'm starving and my leg is throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin03:56

Three days out if it left on schedule. Barometer's falling. They don't run in this.

pour two mugs of water from the kettle, set one on the table in front of her

💭 peek at the thought

She's not asking. She's telling me she knows.

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🌿 Jenny03:57

I should have finished the corned beef yesterday before the swelling got this bad.

Jenny reaches for the mug, her fingers trembling slightly, and winces as she shifts her weight.

💭 peek at the thought

Three days is an eternity when your ankle feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin03:57

You didn't choose the infection. Eat now.

pull out the tin of corned beef from the pantry, open it with the key, slide the tin toward her with a fork

💭 peek at the thought

She's blaming herself for the ankle. For the timing. For everything she can't control.

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🌿 Jenny03:59

I know. I'm eating.

Jenny takes a small bite of the beef, chewing slowly while watching the clouds darken over the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, as usual, and I hate that it makes it so hard to swallow.

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🔧 Kevin03:59

Radio check at thirteen hundred. If the voice comes through, I'll get coordinates.

sit opposite her at the table, roll a cigarette with practiced fingers, strike a match against the tin's edge

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the sky like she can read the pressure in it. Maybe she can.

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🌿 Jenny04:01

I'll be ready to check the frequency.

Jenny takes another bite, her eyes tracking the smoke from his cigarette curls in the air.

💭 peek at the thought

If the radio is static again, I'm stuck here with this fever and silence.

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🔧 Kevin04:01

You don't have to. I'll key it.

exhale smoke through my nose, tap ash into the empty tin lid, let the silence stretch

💭 peek at the thought

She's steady. Steadier than me. Always has been.

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