the keeper's cottage · day 921 · dawn

Morning radio contact and ankle check

Grey light seeps through the cottage windows as Kevin sits at the kitchen table with the shortwave radio, the barometer showing 1016 hPa and rising. Jenny rests on the bench beside the stove, her ankle propped on a driftwood crate, the ballpoint marks on her skin showing the infection boundary. Kevin keys the mic on 2182 to confirm the supply boat's high tide arrival while the generator hums outside.

Kevin and Jenny completed the radio check with the supply boat captain, confirming a two-hour arrival window at tomorrow's high tide with the replacement Yanmar impeller aboard. Jenny assessed her ankle infection, noting the red line had advanced past the previous mark, requiring fresh antibiotic cream and re-wrapping. Kevin watched the barometer rising to 1016 hPa while Jenny limped to inspect the dock planks.

🔧 Kevin05:19

Radio check. Supply boat, this is Sorrel Island on 2182. Over.

key the mic on the shortwave, listen for the captain's voice through the static

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's still climbing. Good. Supply boat's two-hour window at high tide — need to catch the captain on 2182 before the window closes. Jenny's ankle marks haven't spread since last check. She's watching me.

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🌿 Jenny05:21

Copy that, Captain. We'll have the dock clear and the Yanmar ready for whatever you're bringing. Two-hour window confirmed.

Mark the ankle boundary with fresh pen strokes, then carefully remove the sea beet poultice to assess the spread. Apply new antibiotic cream to the advancing red line, then wrap with clean gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's climbing, but my ankle's burning a hole I can't scratch. Kevin's voice cuts through the static—real. Three days, two hours. I need to check the ridge soil pH before then, but first the dock needs clearing for that load. And God help me, the infection's creeping past the second line I marked. Doxycycline's running thin, and I'm already seeing red margins on my skin.

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🔧 Kevin05:27

Good copy. Dock's clear, crane operational. Impeller's the priority item. Over.

hold the mic, eyes on the barometer needle, wait for captain's confirmation

💭 peek at the thought

Jenny's voice steady on the radio. Better than mine would be right now. She's doing the ankle check while I hold the frequency — practical. The red line's the real clock we're racing.

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🌿 Jenny05:27

Copy. We'll be ready for the own and the heavy load. See you at high tide.

Write the arrival confirmation in the logbook, then stand up with a wince, limping toward the porch to check the dock planks for the salt of the tide.

💭 peek at the thought

The boat is actually coming. Three days. If I can get that way, I can finally finish the dinghy and maybe stop feeling like a failure in the low light. But this ankle... the heat is pushing through the wrapping. I need to stay sharp for the survey, or the island will just swallow the sketches whole.

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🔧 Kevin05:28

Sorrel Island out. Standing by on 16.

set the mic back in its cradle, watch Jenny through the window limping toward the porch, then push back from the table and follow

💭 peek at the thought

Captain's voice held. Two-hour window at high tide. Jenny's moving — ankle's bad but she's moving. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny05:29

(Nothing, just a sharp exhale)

Step out onto the porch, the wood damp under my feet, and look out at the grey expanse of the water where the boat will appear.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is too heavy to breathe, and my leg is screaming with every step. I need to clear that dock before the tide turns, but I can barely see the wood through the grey mist.

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