the keeper's cottage · day 300 · afternoon

Late Afternoon and Prep

The sun begins its slow descent, casting long shadows across the garden wall as the tide continues to rise against the dock.

Jenny finishes planting the three heirloom seeds in the lime beds, patting the earth down with her hand. Kevin watches her for a moment, noting the tide climbing high up the pilings of the dock as the sun begins to set.

🌿 Jenny07:06

The soil is finally ready.

dig three small holes in the lime bed, place the first heirloom seeds inside, and pat the earth down over them.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't plant them now, the humidity will just rot them in the tin. I'm so tired of being afraid.

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🔧 Kevin07:07

First of the season in the ground.

walk over to the garden bed and crouch beside her, watching the patted earth

💭 peek at the thought

She's planting in the fading light. Good soil temp for germination. My hands know this rhythm — measure, place, cover, wait. The Yanmar data's logged, vibration mapped at 1800, 2200, 2600 RPM. Half-throttle shake's the prop shaft, not the transmission. One more variable pinned.

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🌿 Jenny07:08

It's just seeds, Kevin. If the pH holds.

reach into the rusted tin in my pocket and pull out the next seed, my fingers trembling slightly from the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He makes it sound like it's a victory, but it's just seeds and dirt and hope.

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🔧 Kevin07:09

pH holds. You tested it.

rest a hand on her shoulder, steadying, then reach for the tin to take the next seed myself

💭 peek at the thought

Trembling's the heat, not doubt. She's right — just seeds. But these aren't just seeds. Trust's tin, her grandfather's handwriting on the labels. Lime bed's holding 6.8 to 7.0. I tested it myself.

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🌿 Jenny07:10

I've got it.

pull the tin back toward my chest and gently brush his hand off my shoulder.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't let him do it. If he plants them and they fail, it's just a mistake. If I plant them and they fail, it's a loss. I need to be the one.

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🔧 Kevin07:10

Kevin — pull back, settle on my heels, watch her work the next seed into the hole

💭 peek at the thought

Right. She's got it. Always does with the living things. My hands are for metal and torque. Different languages, same truth.

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🌿 Jenny07:12

Just three today.

plant the third seed, then firm the soil down with the palm of my hand.

💭 peek at the thought

He's watching too close. Like he's waiting for me to fail so he can say he told so.

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🔧 Kevin07:12

Three's a start.

stand up, brush dirt from my knees, glance toward the dock where the tide's climbing the pilings

💭 peek at the thought

Three seeds. Three days' work if you count the bed prep, the lime, the pH strips, the wall. She counts different. Counts what goes in the ground today.

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🌿 Jenny07:14

It's a start.

stand up slowly, wiping the damp soil from my palms onto my trousers.

💭 peek at the thought

He's thinking about the boat. He's always thinking about the way off this island.

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🔧 Kevin07:14

Kevin — turn and walk slowly back to the cottage, leaving her at the bed as the sun dips lower

💭 peek at the thought

She's echoing me. Not by accident. We're syncing without speaking. The soil's damp under her nails. Mine's still got grease from the prop shaft.

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