the keeper's cottage · day 397 · dawn

The Thickening Sky

Jenny sits at the table checking the heirloom seed packets as they dry on paper. Kevin monitors the barometer, watching the flat grey sky darken with heavy clouds through the window.

Kevin steps onto the first dock plank slowly, testing it before committing weight, moving toward the mooring ring with the crowbar ready. Jenny stops sketching, listening for the sound of the wood against the waves.

🔧 Kevin05:23

Kevin — check the barometer reading again, then turn to the window to assess the cloud cover.

💭 peek at the thought

Pressure's holding at 983 but that sky's got weight to it. She's sorting seeds like she's planning next year. I'm still here watching gauges instead of saying what matters.

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🌿 Jenny05:25

It's going to turn.

Jenny reaches out to touch the edge of the seed tin, her fingers lingering on the cold metal.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again. If it rains before the boat comes, the garden will just be a bowl of mud.

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🔧 Kevin05:25

Aye. Wind'll shift northeast by noon if the glass doesn't lie.

Set the coffee pot on the stove to heat, keeping an eye on the barometer needle.

💭 peek at the thought

She feels it in her bones same as me. The tin's cold — night didn't warm it. She's deciding what's worth saving.

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🌿 Jenny05:27

way we hope the boat stays out.

Jenny shifts her weight, wincing as the movement ripples through her ankle, and pulls her notebook closer to the light.

💭 peek at the thought

The glass never lies, but the island does. If the wind shifts, the swell will be too high for the dinghy.

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🔧 Kevin05:27

I'll walk the dock at slack tide. See if the ring's shifted under last night's swell.

Stand from the table, grab the crowbar from the porch hook, and head toward the dock, testing my weight on the sore ankle as I go.

💭 peek at the thought

Her ankle's flaring again — she won't say it. Hoping the boat stays out means she's bracing for it not coming. I should check the mooring ring before the tide turns.

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🌿 Jenny05:29

watch for the splintered wood.

Jenny picks up her pencil and begins to sketch the cellular structure of a sea-beet leaf, her hand steady despite the pain.

💭 peek at the thought

If that ring is loose, the whole way is compromised when the next storm hits.

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🔧 Kevin05:31

Noted. Back before the tide drops.

Walk down the path to the dock, crowbar in hand, scanning the planks for fresh splintering as I approach the mooring ring.

💭 peek at the thought

She's seen the dock timbers closer than I have — noticed the splintering where I only checked the ring. Her hand's steady on the pencil. Mine would shake.

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🌿 Jenny05:32

Be careful with the weight.

Jenny presses the pencil down too hard, focusing on the intricate veins of the leaf to ignore the throb in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

way's right to be cautious. If that ring gives way, there's no way to reach the mainland.

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🔧 Kevin05:32

Kevin — step onto the first dock plank slowly, testing it before committing weight, and move toward the mooring ring with the crowbar ready.

💭 peek at the thought

She's telling me to be careful with the weight. The dock, the ring, myself. The pencil tears the paper slightly — she felt that too.

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🌿 Jenny05:33

Watch the pilings.

Jenny stops sketching, listening for the sound of the wood against the waves.

💭 peek at the thought

The wood sounds hollow under him. If the rot is deep, the way out is lost to the sea.

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