the keeper's cottage · day 839 · evening

Evening meal and radio watch

Rain hammers the cottage roof as they sit at the kitchen table with tin mugs of limpet broth. The shortwave sits charged on the shelf. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a cushion, the fresh poultice warming against the skin. Kevin checks the Yanmar one last time before dark, priming the fuel line and listening for the tell-tale.

Kevin leaves the letter for Jenny on the pillow while she is still sleeping and heads to the dock to inspect the Yanmar's water pump. Jenny wakes up and heads to the north ridge to check the tarps that were struggling in the warm rain.

🔧 Kevin07:15

Tell-tale's strong. She'll hold.

Set the wrench down, wipe hands on the rag, and sit at the table with the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

Engine sounds clean. Good. Now the night.

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🌿 Jenny07:16

The engine doesn't stop infection, Kevin. It doesn't.

Take a sip of the salty broth and wince as the movement pulls on the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the engine is the thing keeping us here, but the rot is already in the floorboards.

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🔧 Kevin07:16

No. It doesn't.

Take a slow sip of broth, watching her face over the rim.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the engine. She's talking about me fixing things that won't stay fixed.

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🌿 Jenny07:17

Five days until the boat. If it doesn't come, I'm out of gauze.

Reach for the sketchbook and trace the jagged edge of the lichen to avoid his eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at me like I'm a specimen failing to dry.

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🔧 Kevin07:18

I'll burn the moldy packets tomorrow. Ash works. Not ideal, but it stops bleeding.

Reach across the table, two fingers brushing the back of her hand where it rests on the sketchbook.

💭 peek at the thought

She's counting. I've been counting too. Five days, maybe seven, maybe never. The gauze is the least of it — antibiotics are gone, the metronidazole blister empty. She's tracing lichen edges because she can't trace the red line climbing her leg.

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🌿 Jenny07:19

way isn't sterile. It's just another kind of dirt.

Pull the hand away and tighten the grip on the pencil.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always trying to fix things with a hammer and a prayer.

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🔧 Kevin07:21

It's what we have.

Let the hand fall back to the table. Pick up the mug again. Drink.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Ash is lye and carbon and whatever the mold ate. But the gauze tin is empty, the saline bottle's dry, and the supply boat's a ghost story. She knows the math. She's just making me say it.

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🌿 Jenny07:21

We have a tin of seeds I'm too scared to use.

Look out at the rain lashing, counting the drops on the tank.

💭 peek at the thought

We have a leaking roof and a leg that's dying.

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🔧 Kevin07:22

You planted the heirlooms. They're coming up.

Set the mug down. Stand. Walk to the shelf. Fingers find the shortwave's volume knob — turn it up a fraction. Static hisses.

💭 peek at the thought

Tin E. Heavy, rusted, sealed. She's been guarding it like a secret. I've been guarding mine the same way — the letter in my pocket, worn soft at the folds. We're both keeping things in tins we won't open.

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🌿 Jenny07:23

The sea beets are struggling. Everything is struggling here.

Press the pencil lead into the paper until the grain tears.

💭 peek at the thought

They're coming up in soil that's sour.

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