the keeper's cottage · day 375 · night

waiting out the storm

Kevin and Jenny are inside as the first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof. The wind howls through the radio mast.

The air inside the cottage is thick with the 28°C heat, though the falling barometer suggests a coming front. Kevin moves the pot of boiling limpets to the table, his movements heavy in the humid air, while Jenny settles herself with a sharp hiss of pain, clutching her swollen ankle. She opens the grandmother's seed tin under the lantern light, focusing on the damp seeds to ignore the throbbing heat in her leg.

🔧 Kevin09:44

You want the headlamp or the lantern by you?

walk to the porch door and crack it, scanning the dock and dinghy mooring in the failing light

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's been falling all day. This isn't just a squall — the swell's already hitting the south beach hard. Need to check the dinghy's second spring line and the generator lashings before the wind shifts northwest.

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🌿 Jenny09:45

The lantern. I need to see the seed tin.

lean back against the kitchen table, clutching my throbbing ankle, and watch the water boiling on the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

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

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🔧 Kevin09:46

It's on the stove shelf. Tin's above the radio, same place you put it.

unhook the storm lantern, trim the wick with the snips, light it and set it on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

She's keeping busy. The seed tin's already on the high shelf — she moved it there herself this morning. But her hands need something to do, and the lantern's on the hook by the stove.

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🌿 Jenny09:47

Thanks. I'll boil the limpets first.

reach for the bowl of boiled water, wincing as the weight shifts on my infected ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The light is too bright for my headache, but I need to see.

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🔧 Kevin09:48

Sit. I'll haul the pot. You sort the tin at the table.

cross to the stove, lift the pot of boiled limpets off the fire, set it on the table beside the lantern and pull out the bowl for shelling

💭 peek at the thought

She shouldn't be putting weight on that ankle at all. The red streaks haven't receded. She's stubborn, but so's the infection. I'll get the limpets — she can sort the tin sitting down.

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🌿 Jenny09:48

I'm sitting. The ankle is screaming.

sink into the chair with a sharp hiss, pull the grandmother's seed tin from the shelf, and open the lid.

💭 peek at the thought

My hand is shaking so hard I can barely hold the de-salt water.

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