the old shrine · day 807 · evening

Evening Shelter

Kevin and Jenny meet inside the cottage as the rain intensifies against the roof. The lantern flickers in the draft.

Kevin and Jenny sat together at the cottage table drinking coffee, discussing the Yanmar's successful test run and the cracked diesel can that needs brazing. Jenny's ankle remains swollen and painful, limiting her mobility. They agreed Kevin would handle the brazing while she checks the Yanmar fuel filter.

🔧 Kevin09:46

Engine ran clean. No shake at half throttle, none at full. Prop shaft's holding.

Hang the oilskin on the peg by the door, wipe hands on a rag, and set the kettle on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

The Yanmar held steady under load. Vibration's gone. That's one thing not broken. Now the rain's coming down proper and the cottage feels smaller with both of us in it.

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🌿 Jenny09:47

Good. I need to check the way on the diesel can tomorrow.

Jenny drops her damp notebook on the table and winces as she shifts her weight to the good foot.

💭 peek at the thought

At least the boat isn't falling apart, even if my leg feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin09:48

Cracked can's on the workbench. Seam's too deep for epoxy. I'll braze it tomorrow if the rain lets up. Sound can's full, line's good — can run off that one until the other's sorted.

Pour water into the kettle, set it on the stove, and pull out two tin mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle still. The poultice held through the work but the swelling hasn't gone down the way I'd like. Diesel can's cracked — epoxy didn't take on the pitted seam. Might need to braze it or swap the fuel line straight from the sound can.

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🌿 Jenny09:49

I'll help with the braing if I stop throbbing.

Jenny sits heavily in the chair, rubbing the swollen area around her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always fixing things while I'm just watching them rot.

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🔧 Kevin09:50

You're not brazing on a bad ankle. I'll do it. You check the fuel filter on the Yanmar — sits better at the bench.

Light the stove, wait for the kettle to steam, and spoon coffee into the mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

She won't stop throbbing by tomorrow. The infection's held but the joint's hot and the antibiotics are done. She'll help anyway — that's the problem. Should've sent the medevac forms with Mendez but the window closed and she refused.

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🌿 Jenny09:51

Fine. I'll check the filter.

Jenny lets out a sharp, quiet breath and stares at the tin of seeds on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't even stand straight long enough to hold a wrench.

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🔧 Kevin09:52

Tin's still sealed. Wax on the lid held.

Set a mug in front of her, steam curling, and take the other to the table opposite.

💭 peek at the thought

She's looking at the seed tin like it holds answers. The tin marked E — heavy, rusted, sealed. We haven't opened it. She found it on the north cliffs weeks back. I've watched her turn it over in her hands at night. The trust's letter sits beside it, unopened still. She won't ask me to stay. She won't ask me to go either.

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🌿 Jenny09:53

I'm not ready for them yet.

Jenny wraps both hands around the warm mug, the heat seeping into her palms.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the seeds. He knows I'm stalling.

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🔧 Kevin09:54

They'll keep. Tin's sound.

Blow across my own mug, watch the steam break, and take a sip.

💭 peek at the thought

Not ready. That's not the same as not wanting. The heirloom seeds in the other tin — tomato, pepper, sea beet — they're sorted, dried, waiting in newspaper with desiccant. She planted the first row before the infection took her down. The tin marked E is different. Older. Whatever's inside has been waiting longer than we have.

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🌿 Jenny09:55

I know. I just want to be sure.

Jenny takes a slow sip of the coffee, eyes fixed on the rain lashing the windowpane.

💭 peek at the thought

Everything on this island is waiting for the right moment to fail.

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