the keeper's cottage · day 962 · dawn

Pre-arrival preparations

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch as the light onshore breeze warms the dry air. Jenny checks the tension on her ankle splint while Kevin reviews the manifest for the supply boat's arrival tomorrow.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny16:03

Did you check the inventory for the antibiotics again? We're running low.

Trace the outline of the lighthouse ruins in the margin of my notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't bring the replacement impeller, I'm going to lose my mind with that engine.

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🔧 Kevin16:04

Checked it twice. Captain read it back on 2182 — doxycycline, metronidazole, trimethoprim. Full courses. Impeller too. Boat's tomorrow high tide, two-hour window.

tap the radio notebook open on the table, finger on yesterday's log entry, then glance at her ankle where the gauze meets skin

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the antibiotics again. I confirmed the resupply yesterday on 2182 — captain read the manifest back to me, full course of doxycycline and metronidazole, plus the trimethoprim. She's tracing the lighthouse ruins in my notebook like she's mapping something she can't say out loud. Her ankle's wrapped tight, splint holding, but I saw the red line creep past the pencil mark overnight.

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🌿 Jenny16:05

Jenny — tighten the wrap on my ankle with a wince as the sharp pain hits the bone.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so sure of the timeline, but the sea doesn't care about his schedule. everSAY: "Two hours. If the wind shifts, we'll be waiting for another ten days."

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🔧 Kevin16:05

Sit still. Let the antibiotics work.

reach for the tin mug of lukewarm coffee beside her, hold it out without looking at her face

💭 peek at the thought

She's hiding the wince but the breath catches. The red line on her calf hasn't faded — it's holding at the pencil mark I made yesterday, but the heat radiates through the gauze. She's been on it all morning checking the garden beds, the trench, the ridge. Stubborn as the rock this island sits on.

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🌿 Jenny16:07

Jenny — take the mug with a trembling hand, eyes fixed on the sea beet morphology on the page.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a cup and a pill will fix the rot that's setting in. everSAY: "I'm not sitting still. I have the sketches to finish."

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🔧 Kevin16:07

The line hasn't moved past your mark.

lean back against the porch post, boots on the rail, watching the bay where the supply boat will appear tomorrow

💭 peek at the thought

The tremor in her fingers isn't from the cold. She's staring at my salt gland sketches like they're a map to somewhere else, but the lighthouse ruins in the margin — that's what she traced first. Her ankle's hot through the wrap. The antibiotics from the cache are in her system, twelve hours in, but infection doesn't care about schedules. She won't ask for help. She'll wait until the boat comes and say she's fine.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.