the keeper's cottage · day 658 · morning

Morning meeting at the cottage

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table with tin mugs of limpet broth between them. The shortwave radio sits on the shelf, its shattered aerial still dangling. Through the window the garden tarp snaps in the southeast wind. The tide is ebbing, barometer rising, and the supply boat is due tomorrow.

The heavy air hangs still over the cottage as the barometer continues its slow drop. Kevin checks the water levels and prepares for the coming supply boat, while Jenny tends to the heirloom seedlings under the shade of the new cloth.

🌿 Jenny03:39

The pressure is dropping, at least.

check the barometer one last time.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I'll run out of clean for the poultice.

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🔧 Kevin03:39

It's holding. 975. Same as dawn.

lift my mug and blow across the steam, watching the barometer needle through the window reflection

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading it wrong. 975 and steady isn't dropping. But she's trying to find good news in the numbers, same as me.

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🌿 Jenny03:41

It doesn't care about the schedule.

sketch the root structure of the sea beet in the margin of the map.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the number is a victory, but the air is still heavy.

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🔧 Kevin03:41

The schedule's for the trust. The sea keeps its own.

sip the broth, salt and iron on my tongue, and set the mug down slow

💭 peek at the thought

No. It doesn't. The boat comes when the sea allows. We've learned that eleven times over.

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🌿 Jenny03:43

I hope the sea keeps time for the boat.

rub the side of my ankle and look at the unfinished sketch in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

The sea doesn't keep anything, it just takes.

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🔧 Kevin03:43

Tomorrow's the window. If she makes the crossing.

reach across the table and rest two fingers on her wrist, just for a second

💭 peek at the thought

She's hoping for the boat. I'm hoping for the boat. Neither of us says what it means if it doesn't come — the medevac forms, the letter to Tom, the engine parts we can't machine here. The broth is good. Hot. Real.

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🌿 Jenny03:45

It has to come.

pull my hand away and look out at the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks like the island is a choice it's going to make.

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🔧 Kevin03:45

It doesn't have to. It will or it won't.

pick up my mug again, the tin warm against my palms, and drink the last of the broth

💭 peek at the thought

She pulled away. The garden's half weeds still. Eleven months and I never built the sensory beds I talked about. She remembers every word.

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