the keeper's cottage · day 890 · morning

Morning of Day 890

The two of you gather in the kitchen as the light grows, planning for the day ahead.

Kevin heads to the dock at low tide to inspect the structural integrity of the pilings and bolts. Jenny stays at the cottage to manage her ankle and check the water reserves as the humidity presses down.

🔧 Kevin07:18

Radio first. Then I'll hit the dock at low water — 0530 tomorrow. You stay off that ankle.

fill the kettle from the tank and set it on the wood stove, then pull the shortwave off the shelf to warm up the tubes

💭 peek at the thought

The radio check at 0800 is the priority. If the supply boat's still coming, I need to hear it from the captain. Jenny's ankle dictates the rest — she shouldn't be putting weight on it, which means dock work falls to me alone at low tide.

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🌿 Jenny07:19

I'll inventory the tin while you're out. I just need to keep my hands busy.

Sit at the kitchen table, pull the heirloom-seed tin toward me, and begin laying out the packets to check for moisture.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the radio will fix the world, but the humidity is eating me. I need to check those seeds before the boat comes.

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🔧 Kevin07:20

Just the viable packets. Moldy ones go in the burn bag — don't open them inside.

uncoil the shortwave antenna wire, thread it through the porcelain insulator at the wall penetration, and tighten the set screw with the screwdriver from my belt

💭 peek at the thought

She's going stir-crazy. The tin's been inventoried three times this month. But her hands shake less when they're occupied, and the ankle throbs less when her mind's elsewhere. Let her.

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🌿 Jenny07:20

I've got it, Kevin. I'm not going to spore the kitchen.

Carefully peel back the oilskin wrap and begin sorting the packets, touching the edges of the paper to feel for any new dampness.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating me like an assistant in my own life. I know how to handle a moldy seed packet.

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🔧 Kevin07:22

Mm.

pull the radio log notebook down from the shelf, flip to a fresh page, and write the date and barometer reading at the top (983 hPa)

💭 peek at the thought

The antenna's seated. Radio's warming. Kettle's singing. She's methodical — good. Means the fever hasn't spiked again yet. I'll give the set two more minutes on receive before keying 2182.

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🌿 Jenny07:22

The barometer is flat. It's too quiet.

Gently slide a packet of sea beet seeds across the table, checking the seal against the light.

💭 peek at the thought

983. It's holding steady, but that's the kind of steady that precedes a drop. I can feel it in my joint.

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🔧 Kevin07:24

Generator's topped up. If the radio stays dead, I'll run it at 1200 and try again. You hear anything on the handheld?

switch the shortwave to receive, dial to 2182 kHz, and settle into the chair to listen, pencil poised over the log

💭 peek at the thought

Flat barometer means the low's stalled. Could sit on us for days, or could drop like a stone. The quiet's what gets me — no supply boat chatter on 2182, no coastguard traffic. Just static.

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🌿 Jenny07:25

I'll check my handheld on the handheld frequency first. Better safe than sorry when nobody's listening.

Grab the handheld VHF from the hook near the door, switch it on, and tune to 156.8 MHz to scan for any local traffic.

💭 peek at the thought

The generator hums like a sick animal. I need to verify the salt content before planting.

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🔧 Kevin07:26

Kevin — keep the shortwave on 2182, squelch open, and jot "0800 — static only, no voice traffic" in the log while the tubes finish warming

💭 peek at the thought

Handheld's got maybe five watts on a good day. Coastguard's twenty miles off. But she's right — better to know the silence is real than assume.

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🌿 Jenny07:27

Nothing but the wind and the salt.

Set the handheld back on the hook and turn my attention back to the seed tin, meticulously counting the remaining viable packets of grandmother's seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

Just static. The same empty noise we've been living in for eleven months.

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