the keeper's cottage · day 941 · dawn

Pre-tide preparations

Kevin sits on the porch steps checking the barometer while the humid air heavyens. Jenny sits on a crate, carefully wrapping a fresh sea beet poultice around her ankle as she watches the tide line.

The humidity is a physical weight, clinging to the skin as the air refuses to move. The tide is creeping in faster than yesterday, lapping at the dock pilings with a rhythmic persistence. Jenny's ankle throbs with a dull, hot heat, making every movement deliberate despite the stillness of the grey morning.

🌿 Jenny09:53

The tide is coming in faster than yesterday. The soil on the north ridge doesn't care how much I map it.

Tightens the bandage on her ankle with a wince, then reaches for her pencil to mark a new slump boundary on the ridge map.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again. If the boat doesn't come in three days, the seeds will be rotting before they ever sprout.

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🔧 Kevin09:53

Barometer's holding at 1008. Boat's still on for high tide tomorrow if it doesn't drop.

reach into my jacket pocket and pull out the folded ridge map, smoothing it on my knee to compare her new pencil mark against the red wax line I traced yesterday

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tide. The ridge map in my pocket shows the same slump line she's drawing — two centimeters past yesterday's mark. I didn't tell her I found her updated map last night. Didn't tell her I redrew the boundary myself. The boat comes tomorrow. Medical supplies first. Then I'll show her what I know.

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🌿 Jenny09:55

These three weep zones on the ridge—they're not stable. I planted sea beet in pocket seven because the pH was right, but the soil's actively slumping.

Points to the marked soil pocket on the ridge map, then gestures toward the cottage garden where the heirloom seeds sit untouched in their tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the map. At the new slump line. At the soil pocket marked pH 6.2. Should I tell him now, or wait until after the supply boat?

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🔧 Kevin09:55

The pH was right. The slope wasn't. You logged both.

tap the map at pocket seven with a calloused fingertip, then glance toward the garden where the tin sits on the stove shelf through the porch screen

💭 peek at the thought

She knows. She's known. The map in my hand shows pocket seven marked with GPS coordinates from the Carex transect — pH 6.2, weep zone, slump notation in her own hand. She planted there anyway. The heirloom seeds in the tin on the stove shelf: tomato, pepper, sea beet, basil. Still dry. Still viable. She's talking about the ridge to avoid talking about the garden she hasn't planted.

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🌿 Jenny09:57

I need to plant those seeds where they can actually grow. In the lime beds, not the weep zones. Let me show you the verified pH pockets.

Stands slowly, testing her ankle, then walks to the kitchen doorway where the seed tin sits on the stove shelf, reaching for it with a steady hand despite the throb.

💭 peek at the thought

He sees it. Really sees it. The infection on my ankle mirrors the soil—can hide behind boundaries until it doesn't.

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🔧 Kevin09:57

Lime beds are sound. I'll carry the tin.

push up from the porch steps, favoring no leg, and follow her through the screen door into the kitchen where the heavy rusted tin marked E sits warming on the stove shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving. Good. The ankle's bad — I can see the compensation in her left hip — but she's moving. The lime beds run 6.8 to 7.0. I tested them myself. The seeds in that tin are the only thing on this island that isn't salt or rust. She'll plant them in the right soil if I let her. If the boat comes tomorrow, we'll have the impeller. If it doesn't, we'll still have the seeds.

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🌿 Jenny09:59

Be careful with the tin. I need to get them in the ground before the humidity gets to them.

Takes the notebook from the table and opens it to the north ridge sketch, tracing the new drainage boundaries with a shaky finger.

💭 peek at the thought

He's taking the weight. Good. I need to focus on the mapping before the tide hits the path.

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🔧 Kevin09:59

The seal holds. You drew the drainage boundaries. You know which pockets drain.

lift the tin from the stove shelf with both hands — heavy, rusted, warm from the stove — and set it on the table beside her notebook, then pull out a chair and sit without being asked

💭 peek at the thought

The tin's seal is intact. Oilskin wrapped, waxed. I checked it yesterday. The seeds are dry. She knows that. She's stalling at the table with the map because her ankle won't carry her to the garden and she won't ask for help. The lime beds are forty meters from the porch. Level ground. Good drainage. I've carried heavier things through worse pain.

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🌿 Jenny10:01

The lime beds are at the north and south ends of the garden. I can amend three pockets there to pH 6.2. But I need you to mark where I dig.

Opens the seed tin and carefully lifts out a small section, letting the tomato and sea beet seeds spill onto the table, then closes it with a decisive snap.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right. I know which pockets drain. But I don't trust myself to choose which seeds go where. Not with the infection spreading under my bandage.

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🔧 Kevin10:01

Three pockets. North end, south end, center. I'll mark them. You tell me the spacing.

reach for the pencil stub on the table and tap the notebook's garden map page, waiting for her to point

💭 peek at the thought

Tomato and sea beet. She's choosing the ones that tolerate salt. Smart. The tin snaps shut — she's protecting the rest from the humidity. Three pockets in the lime beds. I know the ground. She knows the chemistry. The auger bit snapped in the drill chuck yesterday. I'll hard-face a replacement with the file today. The boat comes tomorrow. We plant today.

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