the keeper's cottage · day 14 · evening

Evening de-brief

You meet at the cottage door as the sun dips. The crate remains on the dock, waiting for a better moment.

The salt-heavy corned beef sizzles in the pot, filling the small kitchen with a savory, fatty aroma. Jenny sits at the table, the steam from the kettle softening her face as she watches the flame. Outside, the trade wind maintains its steady rhythm, and the low tide exposes the slick rocks of the tide pools.

🌿 Jenny09:34

I'm starving. Tell me you found something better than limpets in that crate.

Lean against the doorframe and rub lower back.

💭 peek at the thought

My back is screaming and I can still smell the salt and mold on my fingers. I just want to sit down before I collapse.

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🔧 Kevin09:34

Corned beef. Six tins. And a jar of coffee, glass intact. No limpets tonight.

walk to the kitchen and pull down two enamel mugs

💭 peek at the thought

Six cans of corned beef and a jar of coffee. Not bad for a crate that nearly took my fingers off. She's hurting — back's been giving her trouble since the north cliffs survey.

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🌿 Jenny09:36

Thank god. I think I've reached my limit on anything that tastes like a tide pool.

Follow him into the kitchen and slump into a chair.

💭 peek at the thought

Coffee. Real coffee. That might actually wake my brain up.

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🔧 Kevin09:36

Coffee's yours. I'll heat the beef.

pry open a tin of corned beef with the can opener and dump it into a small pot on the wood stove

💭 peek at the thought

She's done in. The quadrat work on the cliffs took more out of her than she let on. Coffee first, then food. Let her sit.

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🌿 Jenny09:38

Thanks. I'll get the water boiling.

Fill the kettle and set it on the stove next to the beef.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell of the beef is almost overwhelming after a day of salt air. I need a moment of stillness before I start thinking about the southern transect again.

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🔧 Kevin09:38

Radio check at eight. Supply boat said tomorrow if the front holds. Barometer's steady.

stir the corned beef with a wooden spoon, breaking up the chunks as they warm

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's moving. The rhythm of it — kettle, pot, fire — settles something in the chest. Normal evening. Normal marriage. Rare enough out here.

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🌿 Jenny09:40

Tomorrow? I'll believe it when I see the wake on the horizon.

Pour the coffee into the mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

Tomorrow? That's a day early. If the boat actually comes, we can finally get proper supplies.

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🔧 Kevin09:40

Front's dragging. Could be two days. Could be five. We've got water, wood, beef, coffee. We wait.

slide a mug across the table to her, then take the other chair

💭 peek at the thought

She's earned the cynicism. Three missed arrivals in eleven months. The French trawler chatter mentioned a low pressure system dragging west — could stall the boat another week. But the barometer's held 1037 all day. That means something.

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