the keeper's cottage · day 933 · dawn

Morning radio contact and dock inspection

Kevin sits at the kitchen table with the shortwave radio, keying the microphone at 0700 to raise the supply boat on 2182 while steam rises from the kettle. Jenny limps to the porch door with her driftwood cane, gauze-wrapped ankle elevated on a crate, and watches the tide fall past the dock planks she'll need to inspect. The barometer on the wall reads 1016 hPa and the needle drifts downward as the trade wind steadies through the screened windows.

Kevin successfully contacted the supply boat on shortwave radio, confirming their arrival tomorrow at high tide with a two-hour window and a replacement impeller aboard. Jenny tended to her infected ankle, re-dressing it with fresh gauze and antibiotic ointment, while sketching dock stress patterns and noting supply priorities. The barometer continued falling to 1016 hPa, signaling deteriorating weather.

🌿 Jenny01:07

Kevin, the barometer's dropping. We might lose the boat's window.

climb stairs to cottage bedroom, retrieve medical kit from nightstand, check ankle dressing, apply fresh antibiotic ointment, re-wrap with clean gauze, return to porch with tea, sketch dock plank stress patterns in field notebook while wait

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's falling past 1016 - that means the supply boat's window closes if it doesn't reverse course. The dock planks are showing stress at the shear lines where I marked them yesterday. My ankle throbs with every step, but the poultice is holding.

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🔧 Kevin01:10

Keying now. You want the list while I wait?

key the shortwave mic on 2182, call sign first, then request supply boat ETA confirmation

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's dropping faster than I'd like. If it falls below 1010 before the boat makes the dock, they'll hold at the mooring. Need the radio contact now to lock in the window.

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🌿 Jenny01:11

Copy that, Kevin. I'll take notes on the manifest items - need priority list for the pH strips and diesel fuel.

sit on porch step with field notebook, sketch current tide line against dock planks, mark stress points with red wax, write: "Remember: check battery fan terminals, inspect seaward dock piling condition before crane loads"

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's falling fast - under 1016 means the boat won't keep its window. I need to hear what's aboard before they unload anything heavy. My ankle's swelling despite the elevation.

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🔧 Kevin01:13

— Supply boat, this is Sorrel Island, call sign Kilo-Sierra-Romeo, over.

hold the mic, wait for the squelch to break, scan the horizon past the dock for any sign of the boat's smoke

💭 peek at the thought

She's already thinking ahead to the offload. Good. The seaward piling's the one that took the worst of the winter swell — if the crane swings a diesel drum over it before I've checked the sister brace, we lose the whole finger. Radio's dead quiet so far. Propagation's been shit all week.

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🌿 Jenny01:15

Jenny — lean forward against the whitewashed stone, grip the edge of the notebook, watch the barometer needle dip another fraction.

💭 peek at the thought

Silence. way the static and the wind. If they don't answer now, the weather is going to lock us out completely. My ankle is throbbing in time with the radio hiss. neverSAY: Come on...

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🔧 Kevin01:15

— Supply boat, Sorrel Island, Kilo-Sierra-Romeo. Request ETA confirmation for tomorrow high tide window. Over.

key the mic again, longer call this time, eyes on the barometer needle

💭 peek at the thought

Needle's moving. Not fast, but steady down. 1015 now. If it crosses 1010 before they answer, the captain'll use it as excuse to delay. Static's all I'm hearing. Cuban numbers station was on this freq at 0300 — maybe the boat's radio's off, or they're still over the horizon.

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