the garden · day 885 · morning

Morning 885

The trade wind picks up as the sky remains clear, but the supply boat is now only eight days away.

The morning air is heavy and still, the flat sky beginning to thicken with clouds that promise no rain. The tide is steadily rising, lapping at the new pilings. Jenny sits on the garden wall, her ankle throbbing with a dull heat despite the sea beet poultice, while Kevin inspects the irrigation channel for signs of blockage.

🌿 Jenny02:24

I'm going to start the limpets. I'm starving.

stand up slowly, favoring the ankle, and limp toward the cottage kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is going to strip the salt right off those leaves if I don't get that shade cloth tensioned properly today.

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🔧 Kevin02:24

I'll check the tank gauge while you're at it. Water's down to three-ninety-four.

walk toward the cottage kitchen, checking the water tank sight gauge on the way

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's holding east, steady now. Good for the boat's approach if it holds. My gut's tight — eight days is close enough to taste diesel fumes and fresh bread, far enough for anything to go sideways. Jenny's moving better. Ankle's holding.

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🌿 Jenny02:25

Don't use the tap too much today. I'll wash the limpets.

grab the cast iron skillet and the handful of limpets from the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

Three-ninety-four. We're getting close to the edge if the boat misses us again.

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🔧 Kevin02:27

Of course. I'll grab the salt from the pantry.

walk to the pantry door, hand on the jerry can to steady myself against the rising wind

💭 peek at the thought

Eight days and already rationing water like we're waiting for the boat to bring it. My hands are empty but I can't let her see me checking the gauge again.

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🌿 Jenny02:28

Be careful with the floor. It's slick from the humidity.

scrub the limpets in the sink, wincing as the water hits my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If that wind gets any higher, I'll have to re-stake the whole north row.

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🔧 Kevin02:29

I'll bring you the salt. And the coffee's on the stove.

walk back toward the cottage kitchen, gripping the jerry can tighter against the wind

💭 peek at the thought

The humidity's climbing fast. Water's getting to 394 litres and the tank's full again from the morning rain. Jenny's careful with me now, but I can still feel the way she's watching my movements, like she expects me to go overboard again.

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