the keeper's cottage · day 902 · night

The Calm Before the Surge

Kevin and Jenny sit in the dim kitchen, the sound of the receding tide the only noise as the wind finally shifts.

Kevin and Jenny finished their evening meal and logged the wind shift to west-northwest. They reviewed the plan for tomorrow's low-tide dock work and Jenny agreed to hold a light from the porch while Kevin shores the north piling. The barometer held steady at 989 hPa.

🌿 Jenny03:15

Wind's shifting. Finally.

Lean back against the wall and slowly stretch out the injured leg.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is too heavy. I can feel the pulse in my ankle like a second heartbeat.

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🔧 Kevin03:15

West-northwest. Means the swell drops off the south beach by morning. Dock work window at low tide.

reach for the radio log and pencil, mark the wind shift and time

💭 peek at the thought

Wind backing west. Barometer holding. That's something. Her ankle's still bad — she's favouring it hard. Supply boat in two days if the weather holds. Need the dock ready to take the crane load.

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🌿 Jenny03:16

Don't push the dock too hard. The north piling is still acting like a hinge.

Watch him mark the log, then reach for the half-eaten tin of mackerel.

💭 peek at the thought

He's already mapping out the work. He doesn't see the way I'm holding my leg.

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🔧 Kevin03:16

Not planning to. Greenheart sisters are staged. Through-bolts ready. Just need the tide low enough to get the shims seated.

tap the pencil against the log, glance at the barometer again

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The mortise is splintered, sister joint's carrying it but the wood's tired. One heavy lift from the crane and the whole finger goes. Need to shore it proper before they winch anything.

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🌿 Jenny03:18

I can help. If I can walk to the edge of the porch, I can hold the light for you.

Take a small, tentative bite of the mackerel, chewing slowly.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the bones of the place. The wood, the bolts, the pressure. He doesn't notice the silence between us.

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🔧 Kevin03:18

You hold the light, I'll do the wet work. But you stay on the porch. Boards are slick.

set the pencil down, push back from the table, stand slow

💭 peek at the thought

She'll try. She always tries. Ankle's hot to touch still, swelling past the wrap. But she'll sit on that porch edge in the dark and hold a lantern steady while I work wet timber in a rising tide. Stubborn as the north piling.

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