the keeper's cottage · day 353 · night

The Eve of the Arrival

The storm lantern flickers on the table as the trade wind picks up outside. You and Jenny sit together in the dim light, the sound of the rising tide against the dock filling the silence.

The air is heavy with humidity as the wet season heat lingers over the cottage. The trade wind is steady, but the barometer shows a slow downward trend at 1002 hPa, signaling a shift in weather before the supply boat arrives. The tide is at high mark, submerging the lower rocks of the tide pools.

🌿 Jenny11:12

The pressure is dropping fast, Jenny. We need to be ready at dawn.

Reach out and touch the swollen skin of her ankle, checking for heat.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I won't be able to walk to the north ridge again.

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🔧 Kevin11:12

Aye. Dawn launch if she shows. Engine's mounted, fuel's clean, prop spins true. Just need the sea state to cooperate.

check the Yanmar's fuel line connections and primer bulb one more time, then secure the dinghy's painter to the dock cleat with a round turn and two half hitches

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the pressure. The barometer's been falling all afternoon. If the supply boat tries to come in with this swell building, the dock's going to take a beating — new ring or not. My ankle check can wait until first light; the boat's the priority now.

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🌿 Jenny11:13

The sea doesn't care. If the wind picks up, we're stuck until the tide turns anyway.

Stand up slowly, wincing as I shift my weight to the good leg to move toward the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too confident in the engine; the sea doesn't care about a Yanmar.

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🔧 Kevin11:15

I'll run the generator at 0500, charge the handheld VHF so we can talk to the skipper direct. You get horizontal. Keep the leg up.

pour the last of the cooled boiled water into the enamel mug and set it on the bedside table beside her, then pull the wool blanket up over her shoulders

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving stiff. The red lines haven't receded. If the cefalexin was going to turn it, we'd have seen more by now. She needs IV drugs, not expired pills and honey. The supply boat's the only way off this rock for her. Swell's building — I can hear it on the dock piles. If the skipper calls it off, we're measuring days in fever spikes.

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