the keeper's cottage · day 931 · dawn

Morning briefing over limpets and shortwave silence

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table in the grey dawn light, tin mugs steaming with limpet broth as the barometer holds steady at 1004 hPa. The recovered crate's contents — diesel tins, tools, rope, medical kit, spare generator impeller — dry on a tarp outside, salt crust flaking off metal. Jenny's ankle is propped on a cushion, fresh sea beet poultice wrapped in gauze, while Kevin folds the supply list and reaches for the shortwave handset.

Kevin works on the north wall intercept trench, struggling with the dry consistency of the mortar. Jenny tends to the garden, checking the seedlings and preparing the soil for transplant despite the heat.

🌿 Jenny15:13

Tell them the radio is clear. Tell them we need the antibiotics and the fuel first.

Pick up the pencil and sketch the exact spread of the red streaks on the margin of the soil log.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is moving faster than the tide; if the boat doesn't show in three days, I won't be able to reach the north ridge anyway.

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🔧 Kevin15:14

Radio's clear. 2182. Supplying the list now.

pick up the shortwave handset, key the mic, and transmit: "Sorrel Island to supply vessel. Radio check. Position holding. Priority resupply: antibiotics — doxycycline and metronidazole — and diesel. Two tins remaining.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the infection like she tracks the ridge strata — precise, clinical, refusing to let it be bigger than the data. I'll key the mic and give them the list straight. No drama. They know what we need.

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🌿 Jenny15:15

Make sure they know the pH is dropping on the north ridge. The soil is turning.

Stand up and wince, walking to the porch to check the rain tank for leaks.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'll have to start boiling the sea beet for the antiseptic again, but I can't afford to lose the leaves.

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🔧 Kevin15:15

Copy that. Adding: crushed lime, two burlap sacks minimum. North ridge pH trending acidic.

key the mic again and transmit the amendment, then set the handset back in its cradle

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The lime beds held at 6.8–7.0 but the untreated slope is sliding past 5.5. If the boat can bring crushed lime, we buy the ridge another season. I'll add it to the list.

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🌿 Jenny15:17

I'll check the drainage capacity today. The soil is holding too much water.

Grab the soil auger and the pH kit from the kitchen, heading for the door.

💭 peek at the thought

Lime won't fix it if the drainage is still choked; I need to see the north ridge before the humidity spikes.

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🔧 Kevin15:17

Take the radio. Channel 16 if the ankle gives out.

pour the last of the broth into my mug, wipe the rim, and head out to the north wall with the spade

💭 peek at the thought

She moves like she's not carrying a leg that could take her off this island. Stubborn as the bedrock. I'll finish the trench today — four metres left, then backfill with the lime mortar before the boat hits the horizon.

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