the keeper's cottage · day 971 · dawn

Morning Coffee and Wound Care

Jenny sits on the porch steps nursing her iced ankle while Kevin checks the barometer. The trade wind is steady, and the smell of salt and strong coffee hangs in the dry air.

Kevin finishes the shim for the Yanmar impeller housing, verifying the vibration fix works under load. Jenny rests her ankle with a fresh sea beet poultice applied to the infection. The trade wind remains steady as the supply boat is three days away.

🔧 Kevin08:23

Boat's three days out. Barometer says we've got weather coming before then.

set the barometer back on its shelf and pour a second mug of coffee from the kettle, setting it on the porch rail within her reach

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching me check the glass instead of asking what it says. Barometer's still falling — 1019 and dropping steady. Southeast swell building. Supply boat's due in three days but the window's tightening. She hasn't said a word about her ankle since I reapplied the poultice. The red line I marked yesterday hasn't moved, but the heat's still there under the gauze.

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🌿 Jenny08:23

I noticed. The trade wind is too steady. It's holding its breath.

Reach for the coffee and take a slow, shaking sip.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the pressure. I can feel it in the humidity, that heavy stillness before the wind shifts. I'm starving, and the thought of another three days of this clinical silence is almost worse than the ankle.

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🔧 Kevin08:24

How's the ankle?

lean against the porch post, cradling my own mug, eyes tracking the swell lines stacking up on the horizon

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand's trembling — not from cold. Fever's still riding her. She knows the wind pattern as well as I do; steady trades this time of year mean a low's sitting offshore sucking the gradient tight. The calm before. She's not wrong about the holding its breath.

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🌿 Jenny08:24

It's fine. Just stiff.

Shift the weight of the ankle slightly and wince, quickly masking it by taking another sip of coffee.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the horizon, not me. Typical. It's throbbing, a dull, hot pulse that matches my heartbeat, but if I admit it's bad, he'll start talking about 'recovery protocols' and 'rest periods' instead of just being here.

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🔧 Kevin08:26

The line held. Red mark hasn't moved since last dressing.

reach into my pocket and pull out the pen I used yesterday, holding it out to her — silent offer to remark the boundary if she wants it

💭 peek at the thought

The wince was real. The masking was reflex. She's been doing this dance for weeks — fine, stiff, manageable — while the infection tracks beneath the skin and the antibiotics sit eight days out on a boat that might not make the window. The red line I marked yesterday held overnight. That's something. But the heat's still radiating through the gauze when I change it.

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🌿 Jenny08:26

I don't need a map to know it hurts, Kevin.

Leave the pen in his hand and look away toward the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating my leg like a piece of machinery. Check the mark, verify the tolerance, log the result. I don't want to be a project.

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