the keeper's cottage · day 361 · morning

The Approaching Gale

The wind shifts to the north-east, bringing a spray of salt water and heavy rain that begins to leak through the cottage shutters.

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table as the barometric pressure drops rapidly. They discuss the approaching storm and the need to secure the garden before the weather turns. Jenny winces at her throbbing ankle while Kevin prepares mugs of coffee.

🔧 Kevin20:00

You need to come inside. Now.

Grab the spare tarp and batten strips from the porch corner, move to the leaking shutter.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's turned northeast — straight at the porch. Shutters are leaking. Need to get the spare tarp over that gap before the floor rots. Barometer's still holding at 986 but this rain's horizontal now. Jenny's out there on the porch with a bad ankle and the weather coming in.

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🌿 Jenny20:02

I'm coming, just give me the tin first.

Grab the tin of seeds from the table and retreat toward the kitchen door, wincing at the throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the water gets the tin, the seeds rot before they even see the dirt.

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🔧 Kevin20:02

Tin's on the table. I've got the tarp. Get in and sit down.

Unfold the spare tarp, tuck the leading edge under the ridge beam, batten it down with timber strips and weight it with the tool bag.

💭 peek at the thought

She's protecting the seeds before herself. Ankle's bad enough she's wincing just moving across the porch. Tin's heavy too. Should've grabbed it for her.

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🌿 Jenny20:05

Wait, I need to check if the tin's still dry before you bag it again.

Duck into the kitchen, press the seed tin against my chest, and move to the table where the water test strips are scattered.

💭 peek at the thought

The tarp's already deployed over the seed tin - maybe if I leave it exposed to rain, I can salvage some seeds inland.

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🔧 Kevin20:05

Tin's sealed with wax. I watched you do it. Sit down, Jen. The strips aren't going anywhere.

Step between her and the table, one hand on her good shoulder guiding her toward the kitchen chair.

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking the seed tin for water ingress with the test strips. Smart. But she's standing on a swollen ankle in a storm to do it. The leak's stopped with the tarp up. She needs to sit.

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🌿 Jenny20:10

I'm fine, Kevin.

Lean away from his hand and lower myself slowly into the kitchen chair, clutching the tin tightly.

💭 peek at the thought

He's acting like I'm a specimen. I can handle a chair and a tin of seeds without a handler.

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🔧 Kevin20:10

You're not. But you're in the chair. That'll do for now.

Set the kettle on the wood stove, pull the second chair over and sit opposite her, the letter heavy in my pocket.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not fine. The way she lowered herself — controlled, quiet, like she's negotiating with the pain. And she's still clutching that tin like it's the only thing keeping her here. Barometer's steady but the wind's screaming. Three days to the supply boat if it comes. The letter's still in my pocket. The injector pump timing's still unchecked. The ankle's still spreading that sweet rot smell under the bandage.

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🌿 Jenny20:12

The pressure is dropping faster than it did yesterday.

Place the seed tin on the table between us and rub the condensation off the metal with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

The kettle is whistling in my head louder than the wind. My ankle is a drumbeat of fever.

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🔧 Kevin20:12

It's northeast. Gradient's tightening. Boat's not coming in this.

Reach for the kettle handle with the cloth, pour two mugs of the instant coffee from the crate, slide one across the table toward her.

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the barometer better than I am. Or she's just saying what we both know. 986 and holding steady on the dial but the wind's northeast and screaming — that's a pressure gradient tightening. The boat won't make it in this. Three days becomes five, becomes a week. The doxy's gone. The ankle's not healing. The letter burns in my pocket.

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🌿 Jenny20:18

Then I have to get them in the ground today.

Wrap both hands around the mug, letting the heat seep into my palms, and stare at the damp label on the tin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the seeds are the only thing I have left that won't rot.

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