the keeper's cottage · day 949 · night

Supply Boat Dawn

First light breaks over a flat grey sea. The supply boat's engine thrums faintly on the horizon, two hours out on the high tide. Kevin stands on the dock with the Yanmar impeller box and fuel bleed wrench, Jenny leans on the porch rail wrapped in a wool blanket, the seabird chick cheeping from a cardboard box at her feet. The barometer holds at 1006 hPa. The trench waits uncut.

Kevin retrieved the antibiotic cache from under the floorboard and headed to the dock with the impeller box. Jenny traced the red wax markers on her soil map, confirming pocket seven's weep zone extends past the garden wall base.

🌿 Jenny03:07

Kevin, check the fuel lines again when they dock. They look brittle.

Trace the red line on the map with a pencil, then close the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

If that boat doesn't have the full course, the fever is going to stay on this island.

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🔧 Kevin03:07

Already bled to the injector pump. Clean fuel at the rack. But I'll run the full loop again once they're tied up.

turn toward the horizon, shielding eyes against the low light, watching the supply boat's silhouette resolve against the grey

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The lines have been cycling salt and heat for months. One hairline crack and we're dead in the water until the next boat. I'll bleed the whole system again once the new impeller's seated.

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🌿 Jenny03:09

way make sure they didn't swap the antibiotics. I need the full course.

Feel the throbbing in the ankle and wince at the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the engine is the only thing failing, but the salt is in the marrow.

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🔧 Kevin03:09

I'll count them on the dock. Box by box.

step to the porch rail, crouch beside the cardboard box, check the seabird chick's breathing — shallow, steady — then straighten and glance at her ankle, the gauze darkening at the edges

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracked every dose. Knows the blister counts better than I know bolt torques. The supply boat manifest said full resupply — doxy, metro, trimethoprim — but manifests lie.

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🌿 Jenny03:11

Kevin, the poultice is working but it's not enough. I need those antibiotics now.

Reach for the notebook on the porch table and flip to the soil pH map with red wax marks.

💭 peek at the thought

The gauze is already stained through, and the infection line's spreading faster than the map shows.

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🔧 Kevin03:11

Cache is in the oilcloth under the floorboard. Doxy and metro, full courses. I'll get them now. Trimethoprim comes off the boat.

move to the cottage door, lift the loose floorboard by the stove, pull the oilcloth-wrapped blister packs free, tuck them into my jacket pocket, then head back to the dock with the impeller box in hand

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's not waiting for paperwork. She's burning up and the boat's still an hour out. I've got the buried cache — fourteen doxy, fourteen metro — but she needs the trimethoprim too for the deep tissue. That's on the boat.

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