the keeper's cottage · day 332 · night

The Calm before the Storm

The tide is high, lapping against the reinforced dock pilings as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

The morning air is crisp and dry as the tide recedes, exposing the slick, dark rocks of the southern flats. Kevin and Jenny prepare for the day, watching the barometer drop toward 1030 hPa, signaling a potential shift in the weather.

🔧 Kevin15:19

Supper's on if you're hungry. Limpets and corned beef fat in the skillet.

walk to the wood stove and lift the cast iron skillet, checking the limpets already cooking

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's high and the pilings took the reinforcement clean. Oak wedges in the mooring ring mortise are holding — no shift under the dinghy's weight. Good. Barometer's still falling slow, 1034 to 1033 now. Supply boat in two days if she comes. Need to finish that chafe guard splice tonight so the forward spring doesn't chafe through when the boat wakes hit.

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🌿 Jenny15:19

I'll be there in a minute. Just finishing here.

Jenny carefully lays the last of the heirloom seeds on the paper towel and walks toward the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

He's cooking, but I'm still thinking about the dampness in those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin15:21

Kevin — slide two portions of limpets onto a chipped enamel plate, fork the corned beef fat over them, set the plate on the table with a second plate and fork

💭 peek at the thought

She's been at those seeds all afternoon. Damp but viable, she said. The tin's rusted through at the seam — salt gets everywhere. At least the paper towels are dry.

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🌿 Jenny15:21

Smells good. Thanks.

Jenny sits at the table and looks at the plate, her hands still slightly damp from the seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell is good, but my mind is still on that stubborn clay.

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🔧 Kevin15:23

Kevin — pull out the chair opposite her and sit, picking up my fork to eat the limpets on my plate

💭 peek at the thought

She's quiet tonight. The damp on her hands is from the seeds, not sweat — she's been careful not to crush them. The limpets are cooked just right, edges curled, meat tender from the slow simmer in corned beef fat. I ate earlier, but I'll sit with her. The radio's silent on Tom's frequency — just atmospheric hiss. No sense checking it now; if he's transmitting, he'll wait till first light.

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🌿 Jenny15:23

way, I was distracted.

Jenny reaches for the second plate and takes a fork, starting to eat softly.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always hungry. I should have made more.

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