the old shrine · day 382 · night

Night at the shrine

Kevin returns from the dock, damp from rain, and sits beside Jenny at the shrine table. The shortwave sits silent on its shelf. The barometer reads 980 hPa steady. Warm rain resumes, drumming on the stone lintel. They share a tin of mackerel and the last of the limpet broth, talking low about the supply boat, the ankle, the vibration in the engine.

The heavy humid air hangs still over the shrine as the barometer continues to drop, signaling an approaching storm. Kevin and Jenny prioritize securing the shelter and checking gear before the supply boat arrives in two days.

🌿 Jenny16:09

The boat should be here in two days, if the wind holds down.

Sketch the cross-section of the mustard seed in the margin of the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is still humming, but the broth helps the salt out. I need to stay awake long enough for the sketch.

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🔧 Kevin16:11

Wind's southwest. She'll make it if the front doesn't stall.

eat from the tin, wipe fingers on trousers, lean back against cold stone

💭 peek at the thought

She's sketching again. Good. Means the pain's not screaming. The broth's hot, the mackerel's salty, and for once the radio silence doesn't feel like a verdict. Just weather.

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🌿 Jenny16:11

way we'll have to hope the pressure stays low.

Rub the ointment over the swollen area and wince at the sharp heat.

💭 peek at the thought

If the front stalls, I won't have enough antibiotics. My ankle feels like a hot iron.

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🔧 Kevin16:12

Pressure's steady at 980. Has been for hours. That's not low — that's waiting.

hand her the canteen without looking, watch the rain blur the carved initials on the shrine stone

💭 peek at the thought

She winced. Tried to hide it. The red streaks are tracking higher than yesterday. Cephalexin's not winning.

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🌿 Jenny16:13

I know. I just need the fever to break.

Take a long, slow sip of water and lean my head against the cool stone.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right. The island is holding its breath, and so am I.

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🔧 Kevin16:14

You've beaten worse on worse odds.

pull the spare tarp tighter over the radio shelf, fingers brushing the sealed letter in the radio box

💭 peek at the thought

Fever means the infection's still moving. She knows it. I know it. The medevac forms are in the ditch bag, clipped to the dinghy. Two days until the supply boat. If the wind holds. If the front doesn't stall. If the Yanmar doesn't shake itself apart at half throttle.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.