the keeper's cottage · day 870 · night

Shelter from the Storm

The rain lashes against the roof as the tide begins to turn. You and Jenny are together by the hearth, the smell of damp wood filling the air.

Kevin watches the spreading rot in the cottage wall while Jenny struggles with the pain of her infected ankle. The tide rises outside, bringing a damp chill that seeps through the wood of the cabin.

🔧 Kevin05:35

Fire's holding. You eating?

Stir the pot on the stove, then pull a tin mug down for myself.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's steady rhythm on the roof matches the ache in my shoulders. Jenny's close, the fire's warm, but the coax job waits half-done on the porch and the sill plate won't sister itself. Four days to the supply boat — if it comes.

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🌿 Jenny05:37

Just broth for now. My ankle's..." (I gesture helplessly at my foot, then catch myself) "The rot's spreading faster than I thought. The sill plate—

Press my palm flat against the cottage wall to steady myself, feeling the damp wood give slightly under my touch. I pull out my phone and open the photo of yesterday's fracture line progression, then snap another picture of the widening cra

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's edge is creeping backward but the swelling won't quit. I can't afford to let this get worse with the boat coming in four days. Should I push harder on the structural report or focus on surviving the night?

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🔧 Kevin05:37

Show me.

Cross to the wall where her hand rests, crouch, press my own fingers into the whitewash beside hers, feeling for the soft line where stone meets timber.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking it. Good. Means she's not letting the pain blind her to the structure. The wall giving under her palm tells me more than photos will — the clay's lubricating deeper than the intercept trench reaches.

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🌿 Jenny05:39

Look here. It's wider since morning. The moisture is like a lubricant for the decay.

Trace the edge of the crack with a trembling fingertip, wincing as the movement sends a throb to my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the wood, I'm looking at the clock. If the sill plate goes, the whole frame shifts. I need to map this precisely.

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