the keeper's cottage · day 365 · dawn

The Rising Pressure

Thick cloud cover swallows the flat sky as the barometer drops to 978 hPa. Jenny sits on the porch watching the mint sprigs while Kevin inspects the Yanmar injector pump on the outdoor table.

The morning air is heavy and still, the flat sky pressing down on the island. The pressure continues its slow decline, signaling the approaching front despite the 26°C heat. In the bay, a pale bloom of jellyfish has drifted in, their translucent bodies bobbing rhythmically in the slow-moving high tide.

🌿 Jenny23:47

I'm going to make the mackerel and beet. You want some?

Stand up slowly, leaning on the porch railing for support, and walk toward the kitchen door.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm starving, but the thought of eating makes my stomach churn. I need to tell him about the letter before the weather turns and we're trapped in the cottage again.

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🔧 Kevin23:47

Yeah. Save me a portion.

Wipe hands on rag, set injector pump aside, walk to kitchen doorway

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left leg still. Red streaks haven't faded. The doxycycline's done in two days if we stretch it. I should've forced the evac forms on the supply boat last week.

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🌿 Jenny23:49

I got a letter from the trust today. They're worried about the boat.

Pick up the bowl of sea beet and the mackerel, carrying them to the wood stove.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too focused on the pump to notice the way my hand is shaking. I should show him the letter before the stove gets hot.

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🔧 Kevin23:49

What'd they say?

Lean against doorframe, arms crossed, watch her move

💭 peek at the thought

Trust doesn't write unless something's wrong. Boat's nine days out. Barometer's falling. They know something I don't.

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🌿 Jenny23:51

They offered an evacuation. They think we're in over our heads.

Set the pan on the wood stove and turn the dial to medium.

💭 peek at the thought

He's watching me. He can tell I'm favoring the leg even when I'm trying not to. Just say it. No vagueness.

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🔧 Kevin23:51

When?

Step into kitchen, pull out chair, sit down heavy

💭 peek at the thought

There it is. The letter I burned. She found it or they sent another. She's testing me — or she's already decided.

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🌿 Jenny23:53

Not a set date. Just an open offer. They want to know if we can handle the next season alone.

Open the tin of mackerel and slide the fillets into the pan with the sea beet.

💭 peek at the thought

He sounds tired. Or maybe just defeated. I can't let him think I'm actually considering leaving the seeds behind.

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🔧 Kevin23:53

And what'd you tell them?

Watch the pan, wait

💭 peek at the thought

Next season. They're giving us an out before the winter supply run fails. She hasn't said no. Hasn't said yes. The mackerel fat pops in the pan.

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🌿 Jenny23:54

Nothing. I didn't answer.

Stir the mackerel and beet gently, the smell of salt and oil filling the small room.

💭 peek at the thought

He knows I haven't replied yet. He knows I can't make that choice while I'm still fighting this infection.

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🔧 Kevin23:54

The injector pump swap's today. Spare block's ready. Four hours if the bolts hold.

Stand, wipe hands on thighs, head for the door

💭 peek at the thought

She didn't answer. That's not a no. That's not a yes. The silence stretches like a towline under strain.

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