Day 413

Pressure Drops, Boat Nears

Rain drummed the roof at dawn as the barometer slid toward 970 hPa. Jenny sat with her leg propped while Kevin traced the red ink lines on her ankle. "Red line hasn't moved since 0400. That's good," he said. "I can feel it. It's not pulsing as hard as it was last night," she replied. The water tank filled to capacity. Kevin logged the pressure: 975 steady at 0600, now 975 falling. Wind shifted east. He went to the dock to check the mooring ring at low tide. "Ring's holding. Wedges and plate are fast. Shackle pin's the worry — need to see it at high water under load," he reported back. Jenny monitored her leg and the barometer. "The rain is getting heavier. The tank will be overflowing by noon," she'd said earlier. Kevin secured the dinghy's storm warp and battened the cottage. Shutters rattled in the first gusts. "They're rattling, Kevin. They're not holding, they're just... resisting," she said. He checked fasteners. "Mark's holding. No spread past the line," he noted. "It's warmer, Kevin. Don't just look at the ink. Feel it." "Yeah. It's tracking." Evening brought a meal of mackerel. They finalized the supply list: IV antibiotics, more gauze, antiseptic wash, fever reducers, fresh produce, coffee. "I'm not a specimen, Kevin. I'm not a project," Jenny said. "Didn't say you were." Night fell. Barometer steady at 979. Kevin called on the radio. "Sorrel Island caretaker, calling any vessel on approach bearing two-eight-zero. Over." Nothing on channel sixteen. He scanned working channels. The tide rose against the dock.

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Rising Pressure

Rain drums steadily against the roof as the barometer continues its slow descent toward 970 hPa. Jenny sits at the table, leg propped while Kevin checks the red ink lines on her ankle for any new spread.

Steady rain continues at dawn, filling the water tank to its capacity. Jenny monitors her leg infection while the pressure continues to drop, and Kevin prepares the cottage for the supply boat's arrival.

🔧 Kevin21:29

Red line hasn't moved since 0400. That's good.

Set the torch down on the table, pick up the clean gauze and antibiotic cream, start unwrapping the dressing on her ankle.

💭 thought

The barometer's still dropping. 970 by nightfall if this holds. Need to get the dinghy warp doubled and the storm anchor checked before the tide turns.

🌿 Jenny21:29

I can feel it. It's not pulsing as hard as it was last night.

Lean back in the chair and watch his hands, then reach for the tin of mackerel.

💭 thought

He's treating me like a piece of equipment again. A machine that needs its tolerances checked.

🔧 Kevin21:31

Eat. Need the protein.

Finish cleaning the wound, apply fresh cream, rewrap with gauze — firm but not tight — then mark the new red-line boundary with the ballpoint pen.

💭 thought

She's reaching for the mackerel. Appetite's returning. That's something.

🌿 Jenny21:31

I'm eating, Kevin. I'm eating.

Pop the lid of the mackerel tin with a sharp metallic snap and slide a piece of fish into my mouth.

💭 thought

He doesn't even look at my face, just the ink on my skin. I'm just a map of an infection to him.

🔧 Kevin21:33

(chews, swallows) Thanks.

Toss the used gauze into the burn bucket, wash hands in the basin, then pull the notebook over to log the 0800 dressing change — time, red-line status, no fever, appetite present.

💭 thought

Stubborn. Always has to have the last word, even with a tin of mackerel.

🌿 Jenny21:33

Don't forget to note that the barometer is dropping again. We're heading for 970.

Reach over and pull the notebook slightly toward me to see the entry.

💭 thought

I hate that notebook. It's not a journal, it's a chart for a dying plant.

🔧 Kevin21:35

Logged it at 0600. 975 steady. Now 975 falling. Two hours.

Write the barometer reading beside the dressing entry, then slide the notebook back to center of table.

💭 thought

She's watching the numbers same as me. Doesn't miss much.

🌿 Jenny21:35

The rain is getting heavier. The tank will be overflowing by noon.

Finish the mackerel and push the empty tin aside.

💭 thought

He's so precise it's clinical. He doesn't just record the weather; he records the interval of the decay.

🔧 Kevin21:36

Overflow hose still pinned to the tomato row?

Stand, stretch the stiffness from the dock work, walk to the porch door and crack it to check the sky and the garden tarp.

💭 thought

Tank's already at 400. Overflow by noon means we're wasting catchment. Could rig the overflow hose to the garden beds — let the tomatoes take it.

🌿 Jenny21:37

Yes, Kevin. It's pinned.

Shift my leg carefully and look toward the door, watching him silhouetted against the grey rain.

💭 thought

Yes, it is. I checked it yesterday. Why does he always ask as if I've forgotten the basic layout of my own garden?

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the keeper's cottage · morning

MORNING DAY 413

The rain intensifies as the morning progresses. The water tank is full, and the wind begins to shift from the east.

The air is heavy and humid as the atmospheric pressure continues to drop despite the slight rise. The tide is receding rapidly, exposing the slick rocks of the southern pools. Kevin heads to the dock to secure the dinghy for the coming front, while Jenny prepares to treat her infection.

🔧 Kevin21:39

Wind's shifting east. Front's moving in faster than they called. I'm going to check the dinghy's storm warp and batten the cottage proper. You stay off that ankle — four-hour dressing change due in twenty minutes anyway.

walk to the dock to inspect the dinghy's storm anchor warp and chafe points

💭 thought

Wind's backing east. Front's moving faster than the forecast said. Need to get the dinghy's storm warp checked and the cottage battened before the boat tries the crossing.

🌿 Jenny21:39

I can handle the dressing, Kevin. Go.

Open the first aid kit and reach for the clean gauze.

💭 thought

He's managing me like a project. A piece of equipment that needs a scheduled maintenance window. It's suffocating.

🔧 Kevin21:41

Twenty minutes. I'll be back.

walk down the dock to the dinghy, inspect the storm anchor warp where it leads from the bow eye through the chock to the mooring ring

💭 thought

She's right. She's been handling it. But the red line hasn't moved in two days and I don't like leaving her alone with it if the boat can't make the crossing tomorrow.

🌿 Jenny21:41

Jenny — carefully peel back the old bandage to check for new red streaks.

💭 thought

He doesn't trust me to do a simple dressing change without a countdown. I'm a botanist, not a child.

🔧 Kevin21:43

Kevin — examine the mooring ring mortise at waterline, checking for movement in the timber as the dinghy tugs against the warp

💭 thought

Warp's holding at the bow eye. Chafe guard at the chock shows wear but intact. The bitter end's made fast to the mooring ring with a round turn and two half hitches — solid. But the ring itself... the oak wedges are holding, the doubler plate's bolted tight, but the mortise timber's soft. If the swell builds and the dinghy surges, the whole ring could tear out. Should sister the mortise with greenheart offcuts while the tide's low enough to work.

🌿 Jenny21:43

Jenny — trace the red lines with a finger, checking the heat of the skin against the pen mark.

💭 thought

God, I hope it hasn't moved. If the ring pulls, the boat's gone, and we're stuck here until the infection wins.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

The Calm Before the Storm

The supply boat is due tomorrow, but the barometer is still falling. The island is silent except for the la of the low tide.

Kevin walked to the dock to inspect the mooring ring during the low tide. Jenny stayed at the cottage to monitor the infection in her leg and watch the barometric pressure.

🔧 Kevin21:45

Boat's due tomorrow but the glass says different. Going to check the mooring ring at the dock while the tide's out. Back in twenty.

walk down to the dock

💭 thought

Barometer's still dropping despite the rise. Gale's building out there. Supply boat might not make it — or might come in worse than this. Need the dock solid before dark.

🌿 Jenny21:45

Be careful with the rings. If the tide turns while you're under there, you're just another piece of driftwood.

limp to the kitchen table and open the tin of mackerel.

💭 thought

He's right about the glass, but he's wrong about the timing. If the weather turns, that boat isn't coming, and I'm stuck here with a leg that's trying to kill me.

🔧 Kevin21:47

Won't be under it. Just checking the wedges and bolts from the planks. Twenty minutes.

reach the dock and crouch beside the mooring ring, testing it with both hands for any play in the mortise

💭 thought

She's not wrong. Tide turns fast here. But the ring's loose in its mortise and the supply boat's the only way she gets off this rock if the leg goes bad.

🌿 Jenny21:47

Jenny — peel back the bandage on my ankle and trace the red lines with a trembling finger.

💭 thought

Twenty minutes. He's so certain of his clock. I can feel the heat in my ankle pulsing in time with my heart.

🔧 Kevin21:49

Ring's holding. Wedges and plate are fast. Shackle pin's the worry — need to see it at high water under load. Heading back.

stand up, brush off knees, and walk back toward the cottage

💭 thought

Ring's solid. Oak wedges and the doubler plate are holding — no movement under hand pressure. Good. But the shackle pin at the chain... that's the weak link now. Needs checking at high water when the load's on it.

🌿 Jenny21:49

Jenny — quickly wrap the ankle back up and shove the medevac forms into the ditch bag.

💭 thought

He's worrying about a pin while I'm worrying about my blood. The streaks are higher than they were this morning.

🔧 Kevin21:51

Ring's solid. Shackle pin at the chain needs eyes on at high water — that's the failure point. You packing the ditch bag?

step onto the porch and set the heavy wrench on the shelf by the radio

💭 thought

She's packing the ditch bag. Medevac forms inside. Means she's thinking what I'm thinking — if the red line crosses the mark, we don't wait for the supply boat. We go. But the barometer's falling and a gale's building. Dinghy in a following sea with her ankle... bad math. Still. Better than sepsis.

🌿 Jenny21:51

It's packed. I'm not planning on staying for a second year.

lean back against the wall and eat a piece of the mackerel, staring at the falling barometer.

💭 thought

He asks as if it's a chore, like checking the oil. I'm not a project to be managed.

🔧 Kevin21:53

The barometer drops another five millibars, the supply boat won't cross. We'll need the radio to call it in. You want me to raise them now or wait for the scheduled check?

pull out a chair at the kitchen table and sit, watching her face

💭 thought

Not planning on staying. That's not about the leg. That's about the two of us and this island and the silence between us. She's done. Maybe been done a while. The leg just made it real.

🌿 Jenny21:53

Call them. Now. I don't want to spend another night wondering if the wind is going to decide my fate.

slide the tinned mackerel away and grip the edge of the table to keep from shaking.

💭 thought

He's staring at me. He can see the pallor, the sweat. He knows the math of the infection as well as I do.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

the rising tide

Kevin returns to the cottage as the first gust of the storm hits. Jenny is rattling the window shutters.

The steady rain continues, filling the water tank to its capacity. Kevin monitors the leg infection on his leg, checking for spreading red lines, while Jenny focuses on preparing the cottage for the supply boat's arrival tomorrow.

🔧 Kevin21:55

Shutters holding?

step onto the porch and pull the door shut behind me, shaking rain off my jacket

💭 thought

Wind's turned. She's up and moving — good sign, or stubborn sign. Can't tell which.

🌿 Jenny21:55

They're rattling, Kevin. They're not holding, they're just... resisting.

Stop rattling the shutters and lean heavily against the wall, glancing down at the bandage on my ankle.

💭 thought

He's too calm. Everything is too calm. My leg feels like it's humming.

🔧 Kevin21:56

Let me check the fasteners. You sit.

cross the kitchen to the window, testing each shutter latch with the heel of my hand

💭 thought

She's favouring the left leg. Bandage looks clean from here but the swelling's changed the shape of the ankle. Four hours since last dressing change — due now.

🌿 Jenny21:57

The latches are fine, the wood is just swollen.

Sit in the kitchen chair and pull my leg out, staring at the red streaks on my skin.

💭 thought

He thinks he can just fix the house while I'm rotting from the inside out.

🔧 Kevin21:59

Mark's holding. No spread past the line.

crouch beside the chair, peel back the gauze edge with two fingers to check the wound margin

💭 thought

Red lines haven't crossed the pen mark. That's the line we drew. Hasn't moved since 0600. Good. But the heat coming off it — I can feel it from here.

🌿 Jenny21:59

It's warmer, Kevin. Don't just look at the ink. Feel it.

Reach down and press my palm firmly against the skin two inches above his mark.

💭 thought

He's lying or he's blind. I can feel the heat radiating off the skin; it's a fire moving upward.

🔧 Kevin22:01

Yeah. It's tracking.

press my palm flat against the skin above the mark, holding it there, feeling the boundary of the heat

💭 thought

She's right. Heat radiating past the mark. Not crossed the ink but the inflammation's marching underneath. Doxycycline's been in her system eighteen hours — should be biting by now. Metronidazole still in the pack. Next dressing change was due in twenty minutes anyway. Might move it up.

🌿 Jenny22:01

I'm not a specimen, Kevin. I'm not a project.

Pull my hand away and reach for the tinned mackerel on the shelf.

💭 thought

He finally feels it. Now the panic starts—his kind of panic, where he starts treating me like a broken engine.

🔧 Kevin22:03

Didn't say you were.

sit back on my heels, reach for the first aid kit on the shelf, pull out fresh gauze and the antibiotic cream

💭 thought

She's angry. Not at the infection. At me treating her like something to be managed. She's been patient eleven months. I've been patient eleven months. The storm's just the excuse.

🌿 Jenny22:03

You don't have to say it. You just do it.

Open the tin of mackerel with a sharp, impatient snap of the pull-tab.

💭 thought

That tone. The "I'm just being practical" tone. It's the sound of him shutting me out of my own body.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening before the boat

The rain tapers to a drizzle as the tide rises. You meet in the kitchen to share a meal and finalize the arrival list.

The humidity is heavy as the cloud cover thickens, signaling a potential weather front. Kevin monitors Jenny's leg for spreading infection while they prepare for the supply boat's arrival tomorrow. They spend the quiet evening watching the barometer hold steady.

🔧 Kevin22:05

Barometer's steady at 979. If it holds through the night, the boat comes. Let's go over the list.

set out two bowls of limpet broth and the last of the corned beef on the kitchen table

💭 thought

The rain's easing. Good. Means the supply boat might actually make it tomorrow if the barometer holds. Need to run through the list with her — what we need, what we can spare, what the trust owes us. And the evacuation forms. She hasn't signed hers yet.

🌿 Jenny22:05

Give me a minute. I'm starving.

Sit down heavily at the table and start eating the corned beef.

💭 thought

My stomach is cramping. I can't think about lists until I've eaten something.

🔧 Kevin22:06

Kevin — sit opposite her with my own bowl, eating slowly

💭 thought

She's worn thin. The infection's taking more out of her than she'll say. Let her eat first. The list can wait five minutes.

🌿 Jenny22:07

The mackerel's next. After that, we're down to the dry stores.

Eat quickly, ignoring the throb in my ankle.

💭 thought

He's watching me. I can feel his eyes on my leg under the table, probably calculating the distance the red lines have traveled since this morning.

🔧 Kevin22:09

Two tins mackerel. Flour's questionable — rats got the last sack. Rice and beans in the sealed drums should hold.

sip broth, watching her ankle under the table

💭 thought

Two tins of mackerel left. Then it's flour, rice, beans — if the weevils haven't got them. The supply boat needs to show. She's calculating the same numbers.

🌿 Jenny22:09

I'm fine, Kevin. Stop staring at my leg and look at the list.

Shift my leg away from him and pull the medevac forms closer to the edge of the table.

💭 thought

He's doing it again. Treating me like a specimen under a microscope. I can't stand the pity in his silence.

🔧 Kevin22:10

Right. The list.

pull the notebook over, flip to the supply page

💭 thought

She caught me. Fair enough. The forms are signed on my end. Hers isn't. That's the conversation we're not having while we talk about mackerel and rice.

🌿 Jenny22:11

We need a full course of intravenous antibiotics. And more gauze. A lot more.

Point to the 'Medical' section of the list with a shaking finger.

💭 thought

I need more than just a refill on the basics. I need the high-grade antibiotics and a real diagnostic kit if we're going to stop this from hitting my bloodstream.

🔧 Kevin22:13

IV antibiotics. More gauze. What else?

pen hovering over the paper, waiting

💭 thought

IV antibiotics means she's thinking past oral doxycycline. Means she's seen the red lines too. The finger shaking — could be cold, could be something else. Don't push. Just write it down.

🌿 Jenny22:13

Some antiseptic wash that actually works, and maybe some fever reducers if it spikes.

Write 'Antiseptic wash' and 'Paracetamol' on the paper.

💭 thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I'm going to be too weak to even lift the seed tin. I need those supplies.

🔧 Kevin22:15

Done. Food?

write 'IV antibiotics (full course), gauze (6 rolls), antiseptic wash, paracetamol' under Medical

💭 thought

She's writing it herself. Good. Means she's still thinking straight. Paracetamol for fever — she's planning for the infection to spike. The list grows. Need to make sure the boat actually comes.

🌿 Jenny22:15

Fresh produce. Anything that isn't tinned. And more coffee.

Lean back in the chair and rub my temple, feeling the exhaustion settle in.

💭 thought

I can't eat another limpet if that's all we have. I need something that doesn't taste like the ocean.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Day 414, Morning Arrival

The air is still and oppressive as the sun rises. You listen for the distant sound of the supply boat engine on the horizon.

The night air is heavy and humid, the pressure holding steady as the supply boat nears the island. The radio remains silent after the brief check, leaving the island to the sound of the tide against the dock. Inside the cottage, the smell of drying sea beet and antiseptic lingers in the cooling salt-damp air.

🌿 Jenny22:17

Kevin, do you hear that?

stand up slowly and scan the southern horizon with binoculars.

💭 thought

If that boat doesn't show up, I'm running out of antibiotics for this leg.

🔧 Kevin22:17

Nothing on this end. What bearing?

step onto the porch and cup a hand behind my ear, listening south

💭 thought

Still too early for the supply boat on schedule. Could be the wind playing tricks, or something else entirely. Need to verify.

🌿 Jenny22:19

Two-eight-zero. Check the radio again.

shift my weight to my good leg and wince as the ankle throbs.

💭 thought

It's just the wind in the rigging, or my own blood pumping.

🔧 Kevin22:19

On it.

cross to the radio shelf, flip the power switch, and key the mic on Channel 16

💭 thought

Two-eight-zero is the supply boat's approach bearing. If she's hearing an engine at this range, either the barometer's lying or the boat's running early. Radio first — need to know if it's them or something else.

🌿 Jenny22:21

Jenny — lean against the doorframe and watch the radio dial, holding my breath.

💭 thought

Please let them be in range. I can't spend another night watching these red lines climb.

🔧 Kevin22:21

Sorrel Island caretaker, calling any vessel on approach bearing two-eight-zero. Over.

hold the mic clear, finger off the button, waiting

💭 thought

Radio's warm-up drift is normal. If the supply boat's on 16 they'll answer. If not, I'll scan the working frequencies. Jenny's ankle is taking weight she shouldn't give it.

🌿 Jenny22:23

Jenny — grip the doorframe tighter and stare at the horizon, searching for a smudge of smoke.

💭 thought

The silence is too long. The static is eating everything.

🔧 Kevin22:23

Nothing on sixteen. Scanning working channels.

twist the channel knob through 10, 08, 06, then the trust's private frequency, keying the mic briefly on each

💭 thought

No answer on 16. Either they're not monitoring, not there, or it's not the supply boat. Could be a fishing boat cutting the corner. Need to scan the working channels and the trust's frequency.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Fruit is ripening in the woods — you can smell it before you see it.

fruit · dawn

Treat leg infection: 30%.

project · dawn

Treat leg infection: 40%.

project · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Treat leg infection: 50%.

project · midday

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · midday

A coconut crab has been at the garden overnight.

coconut_crab · afternoon

Treat leg infection: 60%.

project · afternoon

Treat leg infection: 70%.

project · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

Treat leg infection: 80%.

project · night

Moscow is staying tight-lipped on the energy ceasefire.

discovery · night

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