the keeper's cottage · day 920 · dawn

Fog-bound morning, radio watch and ankle check

Kevin stands at the kitchen table in the dim cottage, the filed float needle and Yanmar carburetor parts laid out beside a rag and the last of the penetrating oil. Jenny sits on the bench by the stove, her ankle propped on a driftwood crate, the swelling marked in ballpoint pen at two lines above the brace — the upper line fresh from yesterday. The shortwave radio sits powered on the shelf, its aerial lead sealed with self-amalgamating tape, while the fog presses against the windows and the barometer reads 1012 hPa steady.

The morning fog is thick and heavy, obscuring the lighthouse and making the air feel damp. Kevin works on the Yanmar engine, successfully installing the float needle into the carburetor after checking the seat and bolting it back into place. Jenny sits by the wall, her ankle throbbing in the heat, as she watches him and manages the collection of ridge soil samples.

🔧 Kevin04:17

Radio first. Then the float needle. You need anything before I key the mic?

Pick up the filed float needle and inspect the seat under the window light, then set it on the rag beside the carburetor body.

💭 peek at the thought

The float needle's filed seat looks clean. If it holds at idle and load, the Yanmar's one less thing to fail when the supply boat comes. Jenny's ankle hasn't breached the upper line since yesterday — poultice is holding. Radio check first, then the carb.

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🌿 Jenny04:19

Just check the frequency. Tell them the boat is late.

Jenny reaches for the notebook on the table, avoiding the throbbing heat in her leg as she flips the page to the north ridge sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about the engine while the infection is eating me alive. If the pH on that ridge is wrong, the whole trip was a waste anyway.

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🔧 Kevin04:19

2182. Impeller aboard. Two-hour window.

Walk to the shortwave on the shelf, key the mic, and call: "Sorrel Island caretaker station, Sorrel Island caretaker station, this is Kilo Victor Four Alpha on 2182. Supply boat ETA confirmation requested. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the ridge crack widen in her sketches while I talk to a boat that might not exist. Frequency's 2182. Impeller's confirmed aboard. Two-hour window tomorrow high tide. Need to hear the captain say it.

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🌿 Jenny04:21

Tell them we aren't ready for a heavy load.

Jenny leans back against the stone wall, exhaling through sharp teeth as she watches the red pulse in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

Two hours? That's not enough time to clear the dock, let alone prep the boat. He's always in a rush.

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🔧 Kevin04:21

Kilo Victor Four Alpha. Be advised: dock capacity limited. Northeast piling active. Light cargo only. Over.

Hold the mic off the key, waiting. The set hisses. Somewhere a trawler engine throbs through the speaker.

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking the dock can't take a loaded boat with the pilings shifting. She's right. The northeast corner's still weeping. But the supply boat brings the impeller, the diesel, the mail. We take what comes.

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🌿 Jenny04:23

Copy. Light cargo confirmed.

Jenny's fingers find the edge of her notebook, tracing the fresh red line above her brace. She turns the page to the soil pH map, where lime beds should mean life.

💭 peek at the thought

Light cargo. Like the seeds in my tin mean anything to him. He's calculating weight, not soil pH.

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🔧 Kevin04:23

Got it. Tomorrow high tide. Light cargo. Impeller aboard. Out.

Set the mic back on its clip, turn back to the kitchen table, and pick up the filed float needle. Hold it to the light, checking the seat one more time before dropping it into the carburetor body.

💭 peek at the thought

Captain's voice came through clean. Light cargo confirmed. Tomorrow high tide, two-hour window. Impeller aboard. That's done. Now the float needle — if it seats clean, the Yanmar runs. If it doesn't, we're rowing.

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🌿 Jenny04:25

The ridge samples won't fit in the cargo manifest.

Jenny closes her notebook with deliberate finality, then reaches for the cast iron skillet where the tin E sits warming over the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

Tomorrow's high tide. That's when I'll test the ridge soil. If it's too acidic, I'll have to move everything to the bluff before they arrive.

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🔧 Kevin04:25

Samples aren't cargo. They stay. Or you carry them in the dry bag.

Seat the float needle, screw the carburetor top down snug, and reach for the 10mm wrench to bolt the carb back onto the Yanmar intake.

💭 peek at the thought

Tin E warming on the stove. She's been carrying that rusted heirloom tin since the crate came ashore. The ridge samples — her transect data, the soil plugs, the notebook pages — they're not cargo. They're the reason we're here. The trust letter said thirty days service for pension. She's mapping ground that's sliding into the sea.

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🌿 Jenny04:27

I'll manage the samples.

Jenny shifts her weight, wincing as the ankle presses against the wood, and watches him work on the engine.

💭 peek at the thought

Carry them? I can barely walk to the stove without the world tilting. He has no idea how heavy the air is today.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.