the keeper's cottage · day 878 · morning

Midday at the cottage

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table with tinned corned beef and hardtack. The tide is turning. Kevin's maul and wedge lean by the door. Jenny's seed envelope rests beside her notebook. The barometer still reads 998 hPa.

Kevin headed to the south beach to retrieve the salt-crusted crate before the tide turned, but the heavy sand and the receding water made the task nearly impossible, leaving the crate buried under a shifting berm for now. Jenny worked in the garden to secure the canvas tarps, but the heat and rising humidity made the fabric heavy and difficult to stretch, resulting in her only managing to anchor a few corners before the wind began to pick up.

🌿 Jenny12:08

The sky is getting heavy. We need to check the

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is holding, but if the rain comes hard, the tank will overflow before I can clear the debris.

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🔧 Kevin12:08

Tarps first. Then the crate at low tide. Wind's backing southwest — swell'll be up on the south beach.

finish the corned beef, wipe the tin mug rim with thumb, push back from the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the sky through the window while she eats. The cloud ceiling's dropped since dawn. Barometer holding steady at 998 but the wind's backed southwest — that'll push swell into the south beach and make the crate recovery harder. She's right about checking the garden tarps. The coconut crab shredded the anchor points last week and I only patched two corners.

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🌿 Jenny12:09

I'll get the tarps from the shed.

stand up slowly, shifting weight to my good leg, and walk toward the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

If the swell hits, the dinghy won't be safe at the dock anyway.

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🔧 Kevin12:10

Take the stick by the door.

pick up the maul and wedge, follow her onto the porch

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle hard. The poultice held through the night but the red lines haven't retreated. She moves like she's carrying something fragile — which she is. I should've gone with her to the shed. The path's slick with moss.

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🌿 Jenny12:11

I'll need it for the stakes.

take the hammer and look out at the flat, grey horizon, the clouds thickening.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is too still; it's holding its breath before the break.

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🔧 Kevin12:12

I'll carry the roll. You drive stakes on the lee side — softer ground.

step off the porch toward the shed, maul over shoulder

💭 peek at the thought

She took the hammer, not the cane. Stubborn. The stakes need driving but the ground's waterlogged — hammer bounces off wet clay. She'll jar the ankle every swing. The tarps are heavy canvas, damp from the last storm. Two of us can batten them proper. The sky's the colour of a bruised plum. Barometer hasn't budged but the air feels thick, charged.

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🌿 Jenny12:13

Right. I'll start at the wall.

grab the hammer from the door and head toward the shed, favoring the ankle with every step.

💭 peek at the thought

Soft ground just means the mud will swallow the stakes too.

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🔧 Kevin12:14

Two rolls. Third stays dry.

duck into the shed, haul out two canvas rolls, drag them toward the garden beds

💭 peek at the thought

She's already at the shed door, hammer in hand, not waiting. The tarps are stacked inside — heavy canvas, salt-stiff. Three rolls. We only need two for the garden beds but I'll grab the third for the crate if we can't move it today. The shed floor's damp. Rats been in here. She's crouching at the first bed already, stake between teeth, hammer raised. The wind's picked up. Tastes like rain and iron.

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