the keeper's cottage · day 872 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin drove the third helical anchor into the east wall foundation from the crawl space, securing it against the rising groundwater. Jenny debrided her infected ankle with a sterilized scalpel, then sketched the rot patterns on the third dock piling while monitoring the water tank level.

🔧 Kevin06:46

Coffee's on. Tank's full. You need anything before I get under the floor?

Walk to the stove, pour two tin mugs from the kettle, set one on the table beside the seed tin E, take the other to the porch door and stand there a moment watching the sea state.

💭 peek at the thought

The air's thick enough to drink. Barometer's still climbing but the sky's got that bruised look — west-southwest swell building, you can feel it in the floorboards. Third anchor still needs driving. Coax still needs running. Letter's still in my pocket. Jenny's ankle held through the night but the infection line hasn't retreated past the pen mark. Two days to the supply boat's window, and the gale warning's still out there. First things first.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

Check the salt buildup on the hinges. The humidity is eating them.

Reach for the coffee mug, wincing as the weight shifts on the sea-beet-wrapped ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the waves, and he's worried about floorboards while the island is literally rotting around us.

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🔧 Kevin06:48

On it. Shutters too?

Take the mug from the table, drink half in one swallow, set it down hard. Cross to the porch door, lift the hinge pins one by one with the nail puller, wire-brush the salt crust off pins and leaves, smear them with the last of the marine gr

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The porch door's been sticking, and the shutter hinges on the east wall have been weeping rust since the last blow. Salt gets in the pin joints, swells the wood, binds the swing. If a hinge seizes in a storm, the door becomes a sail. Small job. Quick. Do it now while the coffee's hot and the crawl space is still just damp, not flooded.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

Just the hinges for now. The shutters are holding.

Pick up the way and start tracing the rot patterns on the third piling through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving too fast, he's going to drop a pin if he's not careful.

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🔧 Kevin06:50

Porch door's free. East shutters next.

Cross to the east wall, pull the pins on both shutter hinges, brush and grease them, drive them home, test the swing — both shutters move silent and smooth. Wipe hands on a rag, set the nail puller back on the shelf.

💭 peek at the thought

She's mapping the rot from inside. Smart — keeps weight off the ankle, eyes on the structure. The third piling's the one with the scarf joint we sistered last month. If that's weeping again, the tide's finding a path through the epoxy. Need to check it at low water, but for now the hinges are clean and moving free. Porch door swings clean. Shutter hinges on the east wall next — they take the brunt.

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🌿 Jenny06:51

I'll check the water level while you're at it.

Stand up slowly, favoring the ankle as the infection throbs, and limp toward the rain tank.

💭 peek at the thought

At least something's moving right, even if it's just a door hinge.

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🔧 Kevin06:53

Tank gauge reads true. Call it out.

Turn back to the kitchen, pull the hatch cover on the crawl space access, shine the headlamp down into the dark — water's lapping the bottom joist, same as yesterday. Set the torque bar and the third helical anchor beside the hatch.

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking the tank gauge — means she's thinking ahead, same as always. 394 litres yesterday. If the barometer holds and the roof catches what's coming, we'll top off before the gale. If it doesn't hold, we've got nearly four hundred litres and a manual pump. Either way, the number matters. Let her work. I've got the third anchor waiting in the crawl space, and the coax run over the roof to plan. The letter's still heavy in my pocket.

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🌿 Jenny06:53

394. We're fine.

Lean my weight against the cool metal of the tank, watching the gauge.

💭 peek at the thought

Three hundred and ninety-four. We're nearly at the limit.

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🔧 Kevin06:54

Good. Holding.

Drop into the crawl space, headlamp beam cutting the damp — sit on a joist, brace shoulders against the foundation wall, feed the third helical anchor into the pilot hole, drive it with the torque bar until the steel bites and the bar sings

💭 peek at the thought

394. Same as yesterday. No loss, no gain — the roof catchment's balanced against what we draw. The gale'll change that one way or the other. She's leaning on the tank, weight off the bad ankle, eyes on the gauge like it's a horizon. Good. She's vertical, lucid, tracking. The infection line hasn't moved past the pen mark. Antibiotics are in her. Now the crawl space, the coax, the anchor. And the letter.

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🌿 Jenny06:55

Don't overexert yourself down there.

Limp back to the porch, clutching the heat in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the wood, he forgets the air is turning sour.

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