Day 598

Wet Season Settles In

Dawn found Kevin on the porch watching the barometer drop as clouds thickened over Sorrel Island. Inside, Jenny kept her ankle submerged in the salt basin while sorting heirloom seed packets on newspaper. "Storm's moving faster than the radio said. You need to be in the bedroom with that leg up, not sorting packets," Kevin said. "The seeds won't sort themselves while the world ends outside, and the salt is actually helping today," she replied. He insisted she rest; she bargained for the pencil to finish sea beet sketches. "I'll hold the lamp. You draw. In bed."

Morning brought heavy rain. Kevin checked the roof and tank lines — 392 litres at dawn, rising steadily. Jenny lanced the infected ankle with a sterilized scalpel, drained pus, and applied a fresh sea beet-mint poultice. The wound responded with significant drainage; adhesion improved on cleaned tissue. Midday, Kevin scrubbed salt from kitchen beams and tightened chimney flashing bolts. The leak tracked along salt-crusted beam ends and sill plates; a bucket caught the steady drip, flow reduced after tightening. He rinsed wood with fresh water, left it to air-dry. Afternoon radio lesson: Kevin drilled the NATO phonetic alphabet and numbers. Jenny repeated the callsign correctly — "Victor, Tango, Uniform... repeat, Victor Tango Uniform" — and practiced the Mayday format: position, nature of distress, persons on board, assistance required. Teaching progress reached 60%. Evening meal: limpet broth and corned beef. Barometer held at 992 hPa. Rain hammered the roof tarp. Night watch: generator steady, tank gaining roughly 25 litres. Kevin brought broth; Jenny ate slowly, ankle still throbbing. A fallen seabird chick peeped from a cardboard box near the stove, alive but weak. "Pulse is good. No fever," Kevin said. "Broth. Please." "Thanks."

Scenes

the keeper's cottage · dawn

The Thickening Sky

Kevin sits on the porch checking the barometer as the clouds darken over the island. Inside, Jenny sits at the kitchen table, keeping her ankle submerged in the salt basin while organizing the dried heirloom seed packets on newspaper.

Kevin begins the first session of radio Mayday procedure training while the sky darkens. Jenny rests in the cottage, managing her throbbing ankle and watching for the rain. The air is heavy, signaling the arrival of the wet season storm.

🔧 Kevin21:07

Storm's moving faster than the radio said. You need to be in the bedroom with that leg up, not sorting packets.

Tap the barometer face with one finger, then turn and walk into the kitchen toward the table where she's working.

💭 thought

Barometer's dropped another seven millibars since noon. Front's accelerating. She's organizing seeds with a fevered ankle and won't say a word about either.

🌿 Jenny21:08

The seeds won't sort themselves while the world ends outside, and the salt is actually helping today.

Jenny pulls her leg out of the water, wincing at the sharp sting, and pushes a pile of tomato seeds away from him.

💭 thought

He thinks the storm is the only threat, but if I stop moving, the infection willization the race.

🔧 Kevin21:08

The world's not ending. Just raining. Bed. Now. The seeds'll keep.

Reach across the table, palm flat, and cover the tomato packet she just pushed aside — stopping her hand without gripping it.

💭 thought

Stubborn as a seized bolt. The infection's not gone — I can see the heat in the skin from here. She'll work until she drops if I don't stop her.

🌿 Jenny21:09

If I go to bed now, I won't wake up to finish the sea beet sketches.

Jenny pulls her hand from under his, stands up abruptly with the chair scraping harshly against the stone, and limps toward the stove.

💭 thought

He thinks he can protect the seeds from the rot while the rot is already inside me.

🔧 Kevin21:10

The sea beet's been here four thousand years. It'll wait two days.

Step around the table, catch her elbow on the stove side — firm, not rough — and turn her toward the bedroom door.

💭 thought

She's burning through herself to finish work that can wait. The sketches, the seeds, the radio lesson — she's ticking boxes like we're leaving tomorrow. Maybe we are. Maybe that's what this is.

🌿 Jenny21:11

It's not about the plants, Kevin, it's about the light fading.

Jenny jerks her arm away from his grip, breath coming in shallow hitches, staring at the unfinished sketch on the table.

💭 thought

He's talking about the plants like I'm not the one who's breaking.

🔧 Kevin21:13

I'll hold the lamp. You draw. In bed.

Let go of her elbow. Walk to the cot-side shelf, pick up the LED headlamp and the open notebook with the sea beet sketches, then carry both to the bedroom and set them on the pillow.

💭 thought

The light. She means the sketchbook light — the way the morning sun hits the table at this time of year, the angle she needs for the gland density gradients. She's not talking about plants. She's talking about the thing she can still do with her hands while the rest of her fails.

🌿 Jenny21:13

I need the pencil. Just for one minute.

Jenny stands frozen by the stove, her weight leaning on the cold stone, as she looks back at the table for her tools.

💭 thought

If I can't see the morphology clearly, I'll lose the details forever.

🔧 Kevin21:15

Kevin — pick up the pencil from the table — tucked in the notebook spine — and hold it out to her, handle first, without stepping closer.

💭 thought

One minute becomes an hour. She knows it. I know it. But the pencil's on the table and she's not moving without it.

🌿 Jenny21:17

Thank you.

Jenny takes the pencil with a trembling hand, then limps toward the bedroom, avoiding looking at his face.

💭 thought

He's being patient, and it makes me want to scream even more.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

MORNING on day 599

The first heavy drops of the wet season rain hit the tarp as you wake. The wind picks up, rattling the cottage.

The morning starts humid and overcast as the pressure continues to drop slowly. Jenny remains in the cottage managing the pain in her ankle while Kevin checks the structural integrity of the cottage roof and prepares for the upcoming supply boat arrival.

🔧 Kevin21:17

Morning. Storm's settling in.

check barometer and pull on oilskins

💭 thought

Rain's here proper now. Barometer was 993 and falling last I checked — that's a proper drop. Need to secure the dinghy lines first, then check the garden tarp and seedlings before the wind tears them loose. Jenny's ankle held overnight but this damp won't help it.

🌿 Jenny21:19

Check the tank lines. I'm staying put.

Sit up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle, and reach for the water bottle on the nightstand.

💭 thought

The pressure is dropping too fast, and my leg feels like it's melting. I can't get to the spring today.

🔧 Kevin21:19

Tank lines first. You stay off that ankle.

pull on boots, grab wrench, head to back wall to inspect tank overflow and inlet pipes

💭 thought

She's right about the tank — overflow pipe can backflow in heavy rain if the outlet clogs. Her ankle's still bad; she shouldn't be moving around in this. Tank lines first, then dinghy, then garden. Order matters.

🌿 Jenny21:21

Don't take long. Look for leaks near the float.

Reach for the first aid kit on the shelf, pulling out the sterilized scalpel and the bottle of iodine.

💭 thought

If I don't debride this now, the infection is going to reach the bone before the boat even shows.

🔧 Kevin21:21

Kevin — inspect tank float valve and overflow screen for silt, clear if needed, check pipe joints for weeping

💭 thought

She's changing the dressing herself. Good. Means she's mobile enough. Float valve on the tank can stick if silt builds up — saw it last wet season. Quick check, then move.

🌿 Jenny21:23

Is the tank holding? I need to clean this wound.

Peel the ankle brace off with shaking hands, exposing the angry, red skin of the infection.

💭 thought

The water is full, but my head is spinning. I need to cut this rot out before I lose the leg.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

The Rain Breaks

The overcast clouds finally yield, and the first heavy drops hit the dust on the cottage roof.

Kevin scrubbed salt from the kitchen beams and checked the chimney flashing, leaving the wood to air-dry. Jenny lanced her infected ankle with a sterilized scalpel, draining pus and applying a fresh sea beet-mint poultice, then rested with a cold cloth on her forehead.

🌿 Jenny21:24

Kevin, check the leak in the kitchen again.

Wince as I shift my weight off my ankle, reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand.

💭 thought

The rain is coming early. If the roof leaks again, the sketches are ruined.

🔧 Kevin21:25

Already on it. Overflow channel first, then the chimney.

Walk to the kitchen, inspect the ceiling above the stove where the water's been tracking, check the copper spillway hose extension and the tarp battening on the roof ridge.

💭 thought

She's been up since before dawn. The ankle's holding but the leak's been steady since the pressure dropped below 990. Need to check the overflow channel seal and the chimney flashing before the real rain hits.

🌿 Jenny21:25

Don't forget the salt on the wood.

Sit up slowly on the cot, watching him through the doorway.

💭 thought

He's moving too fast. He's going to drop a tool.

🔧 Kevin21:27

Fresh water rinse first. Got it.

Grab the bucket from the porch, dip from the rain tank, scrub the salt-crusted beam ends and sill plates around the kitchen leak with the wire brush and fresh water, let them breathe while I check the chimney flashing.

💭 thought

Salt crust on the timber draws moisture through the grain. Old boatbuilder's trick — wash it off with fresh water before you seal, or the epoxy won't hold. She remembers the details I forget when I'm rushing.

🌿 Jenny21:31

Make sure it's dry before you seal it back.

Lay the cold cloth over my ankle, feeling the heat throb in the infection.

💭 thought

If the salt stays in the wood, it will rot from the inside out.

🔧 Kevin21:31

Won't seal wet wood. Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when the kettle's on.

Set the scrubbed beams to air-dry in the kitchen's draft, check the chimney flashing from the porch ladder, re-batten the loose tarp corner on the west ridge.

💭 thought

She's watching me work from the cot, managing pain and supervising at the same time. The heat in her ankle's down from yesterday but the red lines haven't retreated. She needs rest more than she needs to watch me scrub beams.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Shared meal and radio lesson

Rain drums on the cottage roof. Kevin pours coffee into two tin mugs. Jenny sits up on the cot, ankle elevated, color returning to her face. The shortwave radio sits on the shelf, its shattered aerial sheltered under the tarp. Kevin unfolds the procedure card for the Mayday phonetic alphabet, ready to begin the next teaching session.

Kevin completed the NATO phonetic alphabet and number drill with Jenny, who repeated the callsign VTU correctly. Jenny attempted to reach the generator shed to check water levels but was stopped by Kevin; the tank is at 392 litres and rising with steady rain.

🌿 Jenny21:35

Alpha, Bravo, Charlie... I'm ready for the next, Kevin.

Reaches for the mug of coffee with a trembling hand and takes a slow sip.

💭 thought

The infection is finally draining, but the weakness is a heavy weight. If I can make it to the supply boat, I might actually start the garden this year.

🔧 Kevin21:35

Delta. Echo. Foxtrot. Golf. Hotel. India. Juliett. Kilo. Lima. Mike. November. Oscar. Papa. Quebec. Romeo. Sierra. Tango. Uniform. Victor. Whiskey. X-ray. Yankee. Zulu. That's the full set. Now numbers: one — WUN. Two — TOO. Three — TREE. Four — FOW-er. Five — FIFE. Six — SIX. Seven — SEV-en. Eight — AIT. Nine — NIN-er. Zero — ZEE-ro.

Set the procedure card down on the table beside the mugs, then pick up my own coffee and sip while the rain hammers the roof.

💭 thought

She's steady despite the tremor. The infection's broken. Good.

🌿 Jenny21:38

Victor, Tango, Uniform... repeat, Victor Tango Uniform." "Victor, Tango, Uniform... repeat, Victor Tango Uniform.

Drags myself slowly to the window and peers out at the darkened garden, where the sea beet seedlings are pushing through the soil. </think>THOUGHT: The infection is finally draining, but the weakness is a heavy weight.

💭 thought

The rain is getting heavier, and the pressure dropping another point. I should check the generator before it fails like last time.

🔧 Kevin21:38

Good. VTU. Now the format: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Victor Tango Uniform, Victor Tango Uniform, Victor Tango Uniform. Position: five-four degrees two-zero minutes north, zero-zero-one degrees one-five minutes west. Nature of distress: medical evacuation required, one adult female, severe lower limb infection, septic risk. Persons on board: two. Assistance required: immediate transport to medical facility. Over.

Lean against the doorframe, mug in hand, watching her silhouette at the window while the generator drones on.

💭 thought

She's practicing the call sign. VTU — our dinghy's designation. Smart. The garden's holding despite the rain.

🌿 Jenny21:40

Victor Tango Uniform, over." "Victor Tango Uniform, over.

Pushes myself up from the cot with effort, pain lancing through my ankle, and shuffle toward the generator shed. </think> Pushes myself up from the cot with effort, pain lancing through my ankle, and shuffle toward the generator shed.

💭 thought

The infection is finally draining, but the weakness is a heavy weight. The generator needs to stay running through the night. The infection is finally draining, but the weakness is a heavy weight. The generator needs to stay running through the night.

🔧 Kevin21:41

Sit down. The shed's fine. I checked the oil and belt before the rain hit. Generator's not going anywhere.

Set my mug down, push off the doorframe, and move to intercept her — one hand taking her elbow, the other reaching for the mug she doesn't have but shouldn't be fetching herself.

💭 thought

She's moving on a septic ankle. Stubborn as the Yanmar's old starter.

🌿 Jenny21:43

I can walk ten feet. The water might be low.

sink back onto the cot, letting out a sharp hiss as the weight shifts on the swollen ankle.

💭 thought

way thinks I'm that fragile. I just need to see the tank.

🔧 Kevin21:43

Tank's 392. Checked at dawn. Rain's been steady since — probably 400 by now, overflow running. You stay off it.

Keep my hand on her elbow, guiding her back to the cot, then pull the blanket up over her legs once she's settled.

💭 thought

Ten feet on that ankle could cost her the recovery. Tank's at 392 — she looked yesterday. She knows the number.

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the keeper's cottage · evening

Evening meal and radio check

Rain hammers the roof as the generator drones on. Kevin sets two tin mugs of limpet broth and corned beef on the table beside the cot. The shortwave sits under its tarp, aerial shattered but radio functional. Jenny's notebook lies open to sea beet sketches, pencil tucked in the spine. The barometer reads 992 hPa steady. Outside, the tide is rising.

Kevin checked the kitchen beam leak and found the bucket half-full with a steady drip; he emptied it and tightened the flashing bolts. Jenny finished her sea beet sketch page, noting salt gland density across elevation zones, then set the notebook aside and drank the rest of the broth. The rain intensified, drumming on the roof tarp.

🌿 Jenny21:53

I'm not hungry yet, Kevin. Just leave it on the table.

Reaches for the notebook with a shaky hand, wincing as the movement pulls the throbbing ankle.

💭 thought

If the fever doesn't break before the boat comes, I won't have the strength to reach the radio.

🔧 Kevin21:53

Broth's hot. Drink it when you're ready.

pull up the stool and sit opposite her, forearms on the table, watching her face

💭 thought

She's dropping weight. The broth needs to go in her regardless. I'll let her have the notebook but the food stays where she can see it.

🌿 Jenny21:55

I know. I just need to finish this page.

Traces the edge of the pencil over the sketch of the salt

💭 thought

He's looking at me like I'm a way that's starting to wilt.

🔧 Kevin21:57

Take your time.

reach over and push the mug closer to her good hand, steam curling against the tin

💭 thought

She's using the sketches to anchor herself. The pain's bad if her hand's shaking that much. Let her finish the page — it's the only thing keeping her still.

🌿 Jenny21:58

Thanks.

Wraps cold fingers around the warm mug, letting the heat seep into her palms.

💭 thought

He's too patient, and it makes it harder to stay quiet.

🔧 Kevin21:59

Kevin — sit quiet, listening to the generator's steady drone and the rain on the roof, letting her have the silence

💭 thought

Good. Heat in the hands first, then the broth. She'll drink it once the mug warms through.

🌿 Jenny21:59

Jenny — takes a small, cautious sip of the broth, the warmth hitting her dry throat.

💭 thought

The smell of the broth is actually good, even if my stomach is in a knot.

🔧 Kevin22:01

Kevin — watch her throat work, wait for the second sip before reaching for my own mug

💭 thought

First sip down. She'll take more once the stomach settles. The corned beef fat'll help the antibiotics absorb.

🌿 Jenny22:01

It's going to rain hard tonight.

Leans back against the pillows, the ankle throbbing in time with the rain.

💭 thought

The sky is getting darker. I can feel the pressure dropping in my bones.

🔧 Kevin22:02

Aye. Generator's got oil, tank's taking water. We're battened.

lift my mug, blow steam off the surface, take a slow pull

💭 thought

Barometer's holding at 992 but the sky's got that weight to it. She reads weather better than the instruments most days.

🌿 Jenny22:03

I hope the roof doesn't leak.

Glances at the notebook, the sea beet sketches looking blurred in the dim light.

💭 thought

Battened down, but I'm rotting from the inside.

🔧 Kevin22:04

Tarp's battened on the west ridge. Flashing's sealed. Heard a drip earlier — kitchen beam, near the chimney. Bucket's under it.

set mug down, wipe a hand across my mouth

💭 thought

West ridge tarp and chimney flashing held through the last blow. Battened with timber strips. Should hold unless a tile shifts.

🌿 Jenny22:05

Good. Check it.

Shifts her weight off the ankle, a sharp hiss of pain caught in her teeth.

💭 thought

It's always something leaking. The roof, the skin, the hope.

🔧 Kevin22:06

On it.

push up from the stool, grab the headlamp off the shelf, pull the door and step out onto the porch into the rain

💭 thought

She's right. Drip becomes rot becomes structural. Best check now while the light's still grey enough to see.

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the keeper's cottage · night

Night watch and radio check

Rain hammers the roof tarp. The generator runs steady. Kevin sits at the table with the shortwave radio, headphones on, listening for the supply boat or Tom. Jenny lies on the cot, ankle elevated on a pillow, asleep or near to it. The barometer reads 993 hPa and steady. A seabird chick peeps from a cardboard box near the stove, alive but weak.

Kevin brought Jenny a bowl of broth as the wet season humidity pressed against the cottage walls. She ate slowly, though the throbbing in her treated ankle kept her restless under the heavy, overcast sky.

🔧 Kevin22:08

Kevin — write in notebook: "Day 598, 0200. Barometer 993 hPa steady. Rain heavy. Generator running. Jenny asleep, ankle elevated, no fever sign. Seabird chick in box by stove — alive, peeping weak. Supply boat due in 6 days.

💭 thought

The barometer holding at 993 means the front's stalled. Good for the boat if it's already out, bad if it's waiting on a window. Chick's still breathing — that's something. Jenny's hand is curled loose on the blanket, no tension. She's truly asleep. Rare. I should log the pressure, check the radio schedule, and let her be.

🌿 Jenny22:09

Jenny — pull the wool blanket up to the chin and breathe through the throbbing pain.

💭 thought

If the fever doesn't break by morning, I'm going to lose the leg, or the island is going to take me whole.

🔧 Kevin22:09

Kevin — reach over and rest two fingers lightly on her wrist, feeling for pulse and heat

💭 thought

She's not asleep. Just quiet. The blanket pull tells me the pain's still there, dull and deep. She's managing it the way she manages everything — without asking. I hate that I can't fix this with a wrench.

🌿 Jenny22:11

I'm awake, Kevin.

keep eyes closed and try to match the rhythm of the rain on the roof.

💭 thought

His hand is cold. He's checking if I'm still here.

🔧 Kevin22:11

Pulse is good. No fever. You want water or broth?

keep fingers on her wrist a moment longer, then pull back and reach for the tin mug on the shelf

💭 thought

She knows I know. No point pretending. The rain's a good rhythm to breathe to — steady, no surprises. Her pulse feels a touch fast under my fingers, but steady. No fever heat radiating. That's the win today.

🌿 Jenny22:13

Broth. Please.

shift my weight to avoid putting pressure on the poultice.

💭 thought

The broth is the only thing that feels like it's actually working anymore.

🔧 Kevin22:13

Kevin — stand, walk to the stove, ladle broth into the tin mug, carry it back to the cot and hold it out to her

💭 thought

Broth means her stomach's settled. Good. The pot's still warm on the stove from earlier — limpets and a spoonful of corned beef fat, salt enough to replace what she's sweating out. I'll bring it in the tin mug, not the bowl. Less spill risk one-handed.

🌿 Jenny22:15

Thanks.

reach out with a shaky hand to take the mug.

💭 thought

He's being careful, like I'm made of glass.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.

healed · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "The table".

made · dawn

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

fruit · dawn

radio Mayday procedure teaching: 20%.

project · dawn

radio Mayday procedure teaching: 30%.

project · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

kitchen leak tracks along salt-crusted beam ends and sill plates; chimney flashing intact but tarp corner on west ridge was loose

discovery · midday

ankle infection responded to lancing with significant drainage; poultice adhesion improved on cleaned wound

discovery · midday

radio Mayday procedure teaching: 40%.

project · afternoon

Jenny made a sketch: "The salt".

made · evening

Jenny made a sketch: "Looking blurred in the dim light".

made · evening

A seabird chick has fallen from the cliff ledges.

chick_fallen · evening

radio Mayday procedure teaching: 50%.

project · evening

Found: tin mug (used for broth).

item · evening

kitchen beam leak at chimney flashing is active but manageable; bucket catches steady drip, flashing bolts tightened reduced flow

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

radio Mayday procedure teaching: 60%.

project · night

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