the keeper's cottage · day 740 · afternoon

Afternoon radio check and supply boat contact

Kevin and Jenny meet on the porch as the tide turns. The shortwave is warmed up, aerial insulator sealed. Kevin keys the mic on 2182 for the 1400 schedule. The barometer holds at 976 hPa. The supply boat is due in three days at high tide with a two-hour wait window.

Jenny heads up the south slope to inspect the soil stability and pH levels while the tide is low. Kevin stays at the dock to check the Yanmar's raw water intake and finalize the radio log for the supply boat's expected arrival.

🌿 Jenny21:28

Three days. We need to have the inventory list finished before he docks.

Trace the rusted edge of the seed tin in my pocket while staring at the south slope.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the radio like it's a way, but it's just plastic and wire waiting for the salt.

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🔧 Kevin21:28

Inventory's in the radio notebook. Captain's manifest matches what we logged off the crate. Flour, diesel, pump valve, antibiotics — all accounted for.

lean against the porch post, eyes on the south slope where the intercept trench meets the garden wall

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the south slope again. The fracture's been quiet but the clay's still weeping at the toe. Three days means two low tides to check the dock cleats and the new shoring before the boat puts lines on the ring.

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🌿 Jenny21:29

Good. I still need to be sure about the stability on the south slope before I open the tin.

Wipe the mud from the trowel and look at the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the List is the Island, but the soil doesn'tization about a manifest.

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🔧 Kevin21:30

Trench is draining. Clay's firm at the toe. No new slip since the last rain. You want to walk it at this low tide?

nod toward the garden path, hand resting on the radio mic

💭 peek at the thought

The tin marked E. She's been circling it for weeks. The south slope's held since the intercept trench and the shoring, but she wants certainty before she breaks the seal on something that came off the north cliffs.

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🌿 Jenny21:31

way. I want to check the pH of the cleared patch while the light is still decent.

Pick up the notebook and the pH kit, heading toward the south slope.

💭 peek at the thought

If the clay is firm, I can finally stop wasting grandmother's seeds on the runoff.

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🔧 Kevin21:32

I'll finish the radio log and check the Yanmar's raw water strainer before the tide turns.

key the mic off, set the notebook back on the shelf, walk down the porch steps toward the dinghy at the dock

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving. The ankle's holding — no limp visible in this light. The cleared patch is where the sea beet took after the lime amendment. She's checking if the soil's settled enough for whatever's in that tin.

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🌿 Jenny21:33

I'll be back before the tide comes in.

Start the hike up the south slope, watching the ground for any signs of movement.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always fixing the engine, but the soil is the thing that's actually failing here.

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🔧 Kevin21:34

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step onto the dock planks, test the new cleat with a boot, move toward the dinghy's transom to check the Yanmar's raw water intake

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the slope better than I do now. Her transects, her pH logs, her hands in that clay every day. The tide's turning — water already licking the exposed rock at the dock's base. Three hours to high.

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🌿 Jenny21:35

Jenny — begin the ascent, eyes scanning for any exposed roots or shifting earth.

💭 peek at the thought

If that slope holds for one more day, I might actually have to open the tin.

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🔧 Kevin21:36

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pull the strainer cover, inspect the basket, reseat it, hand-tighten the wing nuts, wipe hands on a rag, climb back onto the dock

💭 peek at the thought

The Yanmar's strainer basket is clean — no eelgrass, no silt. The new impeller's seated. The vibration above half-throttle is gone since the bronze sleeve and prop shaft true. Engine's ready for the supply boat run.

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🌿 Jenny21:37

I'm going to the south slope. Don't start the stove without me.

Adjust the weight of the notebook on my hip and start the climb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the mechanics, he doesn't see the island shifting under us.

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🔧 Kevin21:38

Stove stays cold.

walk back up the dock toward the cottage, pause at the garden path to check the lime sack on the porch, lift the heavier one and carry it inside to the kitchen floor where it'll stay dry

💭 peek at the thought

She said that already. The climb. The slope. The light. Maybe the wind took the words. Maybe I didn't answer. The dock planks hold solid underfoot — greenheart sisters, stainless through-bolts, the new mooring ring fast in its mortise with oak wedges. Three days. Two low tides. The supply boat captain said high tide, two-hour window. We'll be ready.

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