the keeper's cottage · day 268 · morning

Midday meal and storm watch

They sit at the cottage table with boiled limpets and corned beef fat. The barometer reads 978 hPa steady. Outside, the garden tarp holds taut. The supply boat is due in six days. The sky has thickened to a uniform grey.

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🌿 Jenny00:59

The rain is picking up. We should check the tank level again tonight.

Jenny scrapes the last of the fat from her plate and stares at the rain streaking the window.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, we'll be out of flour before the month ends, and I still haven't opened the heirloom tin.

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🔧 Kevin00:59

Tank's full. 400 litres. Won't need checking till morning.

push back from the table, wipe hands on trousers, walk to the radio shelf and open the logbook to a fresh page

💭 peek at the thought

Tank's full. She knows it. She's talking to fill the space where Tom's letter should be.

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🌿 Jenny01:01

It's not just about the volume, Kevin. The pressure is dropping fast.

Jenny stands up, picks up her sketchbook, and moves to the porch to watch the wind whip the salt own.

💭 peek at the thought

He trusts the numbers like they're the whole world, but the sky is what's actually changing.

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🔧 Kevin01:01

Pressure's down. I'll batten the south wall and check the mast insulator after dinner.

rise from chair, pull oilskin from hook, step onto porch and secure the loose corner of the garden tarp with a half-hitch to the straining post

💭 peek at the thought

She's right—978 steady was a lie. It's falling now. Storm's coming harder than I thought.

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🌿 Jenny01:03

Don't forget the seacocks. The salt is going to get into everything tonight.

Jenny leans against the doorframe, watching the way the wind bends the sea beet on the bluff.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always fixing the house while the world is changing under his feet.

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🔧 Kevin01:03

Seacocks done. Mast bracket's bolted. Coax is the weak point—tape's holding but it's old. Dinghy's double-lashed.

lean against the doorframe beside her, shoulder to shoulder, watching the sea beet flatten against the bluff

💭 peek at the thought

Seacocks, mast insulator, radio coax, dinghy lines—she's listing what I already know. Her way of staying useful while the ankle throbs.

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🌿 Jenny01:05

If the boat doesn't show, we're going to be eating seeds by next week.

Jenny traces the curve of the bluff in her notebook, her pencil lead snapping against the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the bolts will hold the island out, but the salt is already in the wood.

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🔧 Kevin01:05

We've got limpets, corned beef, flour if the rats haven't reached the new sack. Seeds are for planting, not eating.

reach over and brush a thumb across the broken pencil lead on her sketchbook page, then turn and walk back inside to the radio shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. 360 days on paper. Half that if we're careful. Less if the radio dies and we can't call for a reroute. She's thinking about the heirloom beans—grandmother's tin. The ones she planted deep.

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