the keeper's cottage · day 889 · morning

The Storm Breaches

The heavy, still air begins to shift as the tide finally starts to turn back toward the island.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny06:15

Kevin, check the way again. It's falling.

Reach for the heirloom seed tin on the table, tracing the rust with a thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if that boat doesn't come, I'm going to lose the whole crop.

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🔧 Kevin06:15

It's falling. Been falling since 0400. Tide's turned, coming in now.

walk to the porch and check the barometer reading again, then glance at the grey horizon

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the barometer like it's a pulse. 991 and dropping. The tin's warm from the stove — seeds cooking if we're not careful.

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🌿 Jenny06:17

Five days is too long for a wound to stay like this.

Stand up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle, and move toward the kitchen to check the water.

💭 peek at the thought

Five days until the boat, but the island feels like it's trying to swallow us today.

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🔧 Kevin06:17

Supply boat's due in five. If it comes.

move to the kitchen bench, pull the antibiotic blister packs from the medical kit — two doxycycline, fourteen metronidazole — and set them beside the tin mug

💭 peek at the thought

Five days since the debridement. Four since the last antibiotics. Red streaks at the groin this morning. She's not saying sepsis but her body is.

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🌿 Jenny06:19

We can't afford 'if' for another month.

Sit back down heavily, staring at the heirloom seed tin and the damp soil of the garden beds.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'm taking the seeds to the bluff and praying for the best.

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🔧 Kevin06:19

Radio's charged. Tom's frequency at 0800. I'll raise him.

pick up the heirloom seed tin from the table, carry it to the shelf away from the stove's heat, and set it on the newspaper square

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The garden's salt-burned, the dock's held together by prayer and stainless, and her leg's going to kill her before the boat decides to show. I should've called Tom three days ago. Should've called Mayday yesterday.

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🌿 Jenny06:21

Tell him the pressure is dropping and the garden is turning.

Pick up the pencil and begin to sketch the morphology of the sea beet leaves on the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

If Tom doesn't answer, I'm truly out of options for this infection.

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