the keeper's cottage · day 262 · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin tested the Yanmar under load and confirmed it ran clean at three-quarters throttle. Jenny traced her sea beet sketches while the kettle boiled, then accepted the letter Kevin pushed across the table — a single line for Tom to be sent on the next radio check.

🔧 Kevin19:14

Stove's holding. You want tea?

walk into the kitchen, set the kettle on the stove top, pull out two mugs

💭 peek at the thought

The porch gives a moment's shelter before the door. Rain hammers the tarp over the garden beds. Inside, the stove's warmth hits the face first, then the smell of damp wool and woodsmoke. Radio's silent on the shelf. Jenny's at the table with her notebook. The letter to Tom sits folded beside the set — written, weighed with a pebble, not sent. My ankle throbs dull and low where the brace chafes.

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🌿 Jenny19:15

Please. Way hot.

Sit at the kitchen table, tracing the edge of a sea beet sketch with a tired finger.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being nice, but the barometer is dropping so fast I barely can't think about the seeds on the table.

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🔧 Kevin19:17

Kevin — pour boiling water over tea bags, let steep, set one mug in front of her and take the other to the porch rail

💭 peek at the thought

She doesn't look up. The sketch page holds her attention — salt glands, root structure, the careful ink lines she made this morning. Steam curls from the kettle spout. The letter's edge shows under the pebble weight. Sixteen days since the supply boat took the last one. No reply. The radio's been dead quiet on Tom's frequency.

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🌿 Jenny19:17

Thanks.

Wrap both hands around the warm mug, watching the steam rise against the cold window pane.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain is turning sideways. If the wind picks up more, that garden patch is going to be a bog by morning.

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🔧 Kevin19:18

Yanmar held steady at three-quarters throttle. No smoke, no knock.

take a slow sip of tea, eyes on the dinghy, then turn and walk back inside, stopping at the table to look at the sketch for a moment before sitting down

💭 peek at the thought

The window fogs where her breath touches it. Outside, rain slants hard through the spruce trees by the dock. The dinghy rocks at its moorings, engine quiet under the tarp. I lean on the rail, mug warming both hands. The letter's still there, folded small, waiting. One line. That's what I promised myself.

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🌿 Jenny19:19

Good. We can't afford a breakdown with the boat coming.

Look up from the notebook, pencil still hovering over the drawing of a salt

💭 peek at the thought

If the engine is solid, I can actually get to the math ridge tomorrow to check the tide pools along the coast.

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🔧 Kevin19:20

Kevin — unfold the letter to Tom, read the single line I wrote yesterday: 'The engine runs true. I miss you.' Fold it again, slide it under the pebble, and push it toward her across the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's right — supply boat's due in two days, barometer's falling. If the engine fails on approach, we're stuck hauling supplies by hand from the anchorage. The sketch shows a sea beet leaf, magnified salt glands like tiny jewels along the vein. She's got the patience for this; I don't. My foot taps once against the table leg — nervous, or just restless.

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🌿 Jenny19:20

It's just for the radio check.

Reach for the paper, my fingers trembling slightly as I pull it toward me.

💭 peek at the thought

He knows. He always knows I'm not just talking about the boat when I get like this.

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