the keeper's cottage · day 961 · evening

Evening Preparation

Kevin and Jenny meet back at the cottage as the sun begins to dip. The air is cooling slightly, and they prepare for the evening before the supply boat arrives.

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🔧 Kevin15:30

Traps reset. Radio's dead on his frequency. How's the ankle?

Set the trap bag on the kitchen table and pull out a chair, easing into it with a grunt. Reach for the kettle.

💭 peek at the thought

The pantry's quiet now. Two traps reset with fresh bait, one sprung empty. Radio gave nothing but static on Tom's frequency — same as always. Jenny's back from the garden, favouring that ankle. Boat comes in three days. Need to say it before then.

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🌿 Jenny15:31

Fine. Just the heat making it feel heavy.

Wince slightly as I shift my weight, then pick up my notebook to sketch the morphology of the sea beet leaves I found earlier.

💭 peek at the thought

It's throbbing like a second heart, but I don't need to hear him worry again.

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🔧 Kevin15:33

Got limpets in the pot if you want broth. Salt helps the swelling.

Push up from the chair and move to the stove, lifting the lid off the pot to check the broth. Ladle some into a tin mug and set it on the table near her notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

She's downplaying it. The wince tells me more than words. Heat's not the only thing making it heavy. Three days until the boat. I said I'd tell her before it arrives. Mouth's dry.

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🌿 Jenny15:34

Thanks. I'll take some.

Take the mug with both hands, the warmth fogging my glasses for a moment, then return my pencil to the sea beet's salt glands.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can fix everything with salt and a wrench, but the infection is deeper than the skin.

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🔧 Kevin15:34

Sketching the garden or the ridge?

Lean back against the stove, arms folded. Watch the steam curl off her mug. The radio crackles static on the shelf behind me.

💭 peek at the thought

She's drawing salt glands while her ankle rots. Stubborn as the engines I nurse along. The mug warms her hands — good. Three days. The words are right there behind my teeth. Just need to spit them out.

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🌿 Jenny15:35

The north ridge. I marked three new slump points on pocket seven today.

Turn the notebook page to show him the sketch with red wax lines tracing the fractures.

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge. Always the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin15:40

The garden wall's holding the base. For now.

Unfold arms. Step closer to the table. Finger traces the red wax line on her sketch — the fracture creeping past the stability mark. Don't look at her face.

💭 peek at the thought

Pocket seven. pH 6.2 and sliding. She mapped it, marked it, memorised it. The island's eating itself from the inside out and she's documenting the funeral. My chest tightens — not the water, not the storm. This. Her. Staying.

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🌿 Jenny15:41

It's not holding. The soil's eroding faster than I marked. I need to dig test pits before the seeds go in.

Tap the sketch against his finger, then pull it back to my chest where my hand instinctively touches the rusted tin under my shirt.

💭 peek at the thought

He can trace the wall but not the cracks in me.

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