the keeper's cottage · day 914 · evening

Supply boat contact and evening meal

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table as the shortwave crackles to life. The supply boat captain confirms arrival at tomorrow's high tide. Kevin pours coffee from the kettle. Jenny's ankle rests on a chair, wrapped and elevated. The barometer still reads 1010.

The humidity is a heavy weight over the cottage as the flat sky thickens into a deep, bruised purple. The tide is out low, leaving the shore flats slick and smelling of rotting kelp. Inside, the heat radiating from Jenny's ankle pulses in time with the throb, while the smell of salt and damp wood lingers in the stagnant air.

🔧 Kevin13:35

Tomorrow high tide. Two hours. He'll wait.

pour coffee into both tin mugs, set one in front of Jenny

💭 peek at the thought

Tomorrow. High tide. Two-hour window. That's real now — not a maybe. The captain's voice came through clean. Jenny heard it too. Her ankle's holding. We've got a shot at getting the impeller, the mail, whatever else made the manifest. But the barometer's stuck at 1010. Not rising. Not falling. Just... waiting. That's the part that gets me. The sea doesn't care about schedules.

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🌿 Jenny13:35

Two hours isn't much if the crane sticks.

Reach for the mug, fingers brushing the warm tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the window. I'm focused on the fact that my leg feels like it's being squeezed by a hot vice.

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🔧 Kevin13:36

Crane's been sticky on the downstroke. We'll row out if we have to.

slide the manifest across the table toward her, tap the item marked 'Yanmar impeller - replacement'

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The crane's been temperamental since the winter storm bent the hydraulic ram. If it seizes under load, we lose half the window just clearing the deck. Need to be ready to row out and ferry loads ourselves if it comes to that.

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🌿 Jenny13:37

Just make sure the boat actually shows this time. continuedDO: Look down at the manifest, then at my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If we have to row, I'm not getting in that dinghy.

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🔧 Kevin13:38

He acknowledged on 2182. Logged the ETA. That's more than last time.

pull the radio notebook over, flip to yesterday's entry, slide it toward her — the captain's own words in pencil

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Last time the boat was "confirmed" — same captain, same channel — and we watched the tide turn empty. She's putting the weight on me like I can will the hull over the horizon. But her ankle's the real measure. If the boat doesn't come, she's stuck here with an infection that's only halfway beaten, and the metronidazole's down to four doses. I didn't tell her I counted.

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🌿 Jenny13:38

It's a start.

Scan the captain's handwriting, then push the notebook back toward him.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants me to trust the paper. I trust the barometer, and it's too steady for my liking.

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🔧 Kevin13:40

Best we've had in months.

take a sip of coffee, set the mug down, pull the Yanmar housing sketch from under the notebook — the one with the pitting measurements — and study the starboard side again

💭 peek at the thought

She's not buying it. Can't say I blame her. The notebook's proof of a conversation, not a boat. But it's the best we've got. The tide'll tell tomorrow. Right now the coffee's hot, the radio's quiet, and the wall's holding. That's three things that didn't go wrong today.

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🌿 Jenny13:42

Let's just hope the weather stays on our side.

Lean back in the chair, wincing as the movement spikes the throb in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the antibiotics will run out before the infection clears.

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🔧 Kevin13:42

Weather's not the variable. The boat is.

reach across the table, two fingers on her wrist — just checking the pulse, light, quick — then back to the sketch, pencil marking the deepest pit depth at 0.8mm

💭 peek at the thought

The wince cuts deeper than the barometer holding steady. She's tough — tougher than me in ways that count — but the infection's been eating at her for weeks and the antibiotics are a countdown, not a cure. If the boat doesn't come, or comes and can't offload, or comes and the impeller's the wrong size... I've got the bronze bar stock. I can machine a sleeve if I have to. But I can't machine time.

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🌿 Jenny13:42

I'm fine.

Gently pull my wrist away and take a slow sip of the coffee.

💭 peek at the thought

He's checking my pulse like I'm a piece of machinery. I'm not a pump or a piston.

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🔧 Kevin13:44

Didn't say you weren't.

let the pencil rest on the sketch, blow across the coffee steam, watch the barometer needle through the window reflection — 1010, still — and wait for the tide to turn

💭 peek at the thought

She's not fine. We both know it. But she's still here, still drinking coffee, still reading the handwriting on a scrap of paper like it's a promise. That's the measure. Not the ankle. Not the boat. Her hand didn't shake on the mug.

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🌿 Jenny13:45

The air is getting thick again.

Look out the window at the thickening clouds, watching the light over the ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is too heavy before a storm. It always is like this.

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🔧 Kevin13:46

Barometer hasn't moved yet.

stand, cross to the porch door, pull it open a hand's width — let the damp air in, taste it, watch the cloud line over the ridge

💭 peek at the thought

She feels it before the barometer moves. Always does. The clouds are piling up over the north ridge, bruised purple at the bottom edges — not rain clouds, not yet, but the kind that hold the swell long after the wind dies. The air's got that metallic taste. Salt and pressure. If the front pushes through overnight, the bar won't hold 1010. And the boat... the boat rides the weather it's given.

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🌿 Jenny13:47

The humidity is too high for the Seeds.

Rub a hand over my ankle, wincing as I feel the heat radiating from the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

It's going to break. I can feel the pressure in my joint before the sky.

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