the old shrine · day 720 · night

The Storm Breaches

The rain intensifies into a torrential downpour, and the tide begins to peak, sending spray over the shrine's foundation.

Kevin carried Jenny down the ridge path through a sudden squall, reaching the cottage as the storm intensified. Jenny's ankle infection worsened during the jarring descent, and she lapsed into exhausted silence. The barometer held steady at 977 hPa, signaling the storm's full arrival.

🔧 Kevin20:44

We're moving. Now. Cottage is higher ground.

Slide one arm under Jenny's shoulders, the other under her knees, and lift her off the stone bench — careful of the ankle — then start back down the ridge path toward the cottage, headlamp beam cutting through rain.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's higher than I've seen it — spray hitting the shrine stones means the surge is pushing past the usual line. Jenny's on the bench, fevered, ankle throbbing. If the barometer's still dropping, the worst of this front hasn't hit yet. Need to get her back to the cottage before the path floods.

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🌿 Jenny20:44

The seeds... the tin in the kitchen...

Jenny leans her head against Kevin's shoulder, wincing as the movement jolts her infected ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg is a hot iron, and the island is trying to swallow me before I finish the map.

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🔧 Kevin20:46

Tin's bolted to the shelf. Not going anywhere. You hang on to me.

Adjust grip — forearm tight under her thighs, hand braced against her good ankle to keep the bad one from swinging — and pick up the pace down the ridge, boots finding the worn footholds in the dark.

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking of the heirloom tin even now. The cottage kitchen's on the lee side — tin's safe where it sits unless the foundation gives. My job is her, not seeds. The path's slick but I know every step.

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🌿 Jenny20:46

Just... go fast.

Jenny grips the fabric of Kevin's jacket with white knuckles, eyes way shut as the rain lashes her face.

💭 peek at the thought

If he drops me, the salt will just take the bones before I can finish the survey.

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🔧 Kevin20:48

Got you.

Lengthen stride, driving hard off the balls of my feet, letting gravity pull us down the ridge path — shoulders squared against the wind, headlamp beam swinging wild but feet sure on the worn track.

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning up. The infection's in her blood now, not just the ankle. Every minute on this exposed ridge costs us. Cottage is three hundred metres — two minutes flat out, less if I don't slip.

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🌿 Jenny20:48

Jenny — jenny lets out a sharp, jagged breath as her ankle thumps against his side, her body tensing against the pain.

💭 peek at the thought

The pH is too low, the fever is too high, and I'm so tired.

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