the keeper's cottage · day 173 · dawn

The Pre-Storm Calm

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch as the air thickens under the heavy overcast sky. Jenny watches the barometer needle dip steadily while Kevin inspects the Yanmar engine for new leaks.

The morning air is heavy and humid as the pressure drops further, signaling an approaching storm. Kevin checks the Yanmar engine's readiness for the supply boat while Jenny secures the germinating seed trays from the rising wind.

🔧 Kevin07:08

Needle's at 974 now. Dropping two millibars an hour since noon.

Wipe the last smear of grease from my thumb onto my trousers, then lean back against the porch post and watch the treeline where the wind's starting to move the spruce tops.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's still dropping. She's watching it like it's a verdict. Engine held three hours at load yesterday — injector seat's good, no weep at the housing bolts. But the air's got that weight to it. Friday's tide. 0630 ebb. Decision point.

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🌿 Jenny07:09

The pressure is coming in hard. We need to get the seeds inside now.

Stand up, walk into the kitchen, and lift the seed tin from the high shelf.

💭 peek at the thought

It's dropping too fast. If the storm hits before the boat arrives, we'll be stuck here for another week.

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🔧 Kevin07:10

Take the tomato trays too. Kitchen table's clear.

Push off the porch post and follow her inside, ducking under the doorframe, scanning the roof line through the kitchen window as I cross the threshold.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving with purpose. Good. The tin's been drying on the high shelf — heirloom packets, the vacuum-sealed ones, the separated lots. All of it vulnerable if the porch floods or the roof lets go. She knows what matters.

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🌿 Jenny07:11

I'll put them on the stove. It's the warmest spot.

Place the seed tin and the tomato trays on the top of the wood stove.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tin gets damp again, the grandmother's seeds are gone. I can't lose them.

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🔧 Kevin07:12

Firewood's stacked dry under the tarp by the woodshed. Enough for three days if we keep the door shut.

Step to the window and pull back the curtain, watching the treeline where the wind's now bending the spruce tops horizontal, the first fat drops spattering the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

Stove's cold — hasn't been lit since morning. But the brick holds heat, and it's off the floor if water comes through the door. She's thinking ahead. The trays on top of the tin... careful. Tomato seedlings are fragile at this stage. But she knows that.

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🌿 Jenny07:13

I'll get the fire started. We don't want the kitchen cold tonight.

Open the woodbox and begin stacking dry kindling.

💭 peek at the thought

Three days isn't enough if the boat doesn't show tomorrow. The island is turning.

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