the keeper's cottage · day 398 · morning

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin guided Jenny back to the porch after she confused the water test strips with soil testing. The tide is high, flooding the northern garden bed. Kevin took the diesel filter setup to the shed to process the recovered drum. Jenny remained on the porch with her notebook, watching the waves break over the northern shelf where she mapped sea beet clusters.

🔧 Kevin07:04

Kevin — walk inside to the bedroom, crouch by the bed where Jenny's sleeping, gently peel back the blanket to check her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The porch boards are warm underfoot. Salt crust on the rail. Radio's dead silent — shattered insulator still. Jenny's inside. Need to check her ankle, change the dressing. Diesel drum waiting in the shed. Tom's frequency at 0800. Barometer's rising. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny07:06

Kevin, your hands are shaking. Let me help you.

uncork the antibiotic cream and hand it to him, then sit on the edge of the bed and watch him work.

💭 peek at the thought

The ankle is more inflamed than I remembered—he's actually looking at it properly now. Still, this silence between us feels like the storm before it breaks.

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🔧 Kevin07:06

They're fine. Sit still.

Take the antibiotic cream from her, squeeze a measured bead onto clean gauze, carefully unwrap the old dressing from her ankle, inspect the wound — pink edges, no heat, no pus — then apply the fresh gauze and wrap it clean with the elastic

💭 peek at the thought

Hands steady enough for this. Always steady for this. She's seen them shake before — Bay of Biscay, the long nights after. She knows. Just let me do it.

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🌿 Jenny07:13

Thank you for doing that. I... I couldn't have managed last night." "The wrap's good, but I need to drink water and take the rest of the antibiotics. Can you check the water test strips?

reach for the notebook on the nightstand and flip to the page where I sketched the sea beet salt glands, then trace my finger along the delicate structures with the ballpoint pen that's running dry. </think>THOUGHT: The wrap is clean, too c

💭 peek at the thought

He's actually doing it right—clean, precise, like he's learned something in those months of radio silence. But the wound is still pink, still healing too slowly. The infection's retreating but not gone.

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🔧 Kevin07:14

Strips are on the shelf. Five left. I'll get water.

Stand, walk to the kitchen, pull a clean mug from the cupboard, dip it in the rain tank tap, bring it to her with the antibiotic blister pack from the first aid kit, then turn to the radio shelf and pick up the water test kit

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The ankle's healing. She knows it. I know it. The antibiotics are in the kitchen. Water strips on the radio shelf. Notebook's full of salt glands and silence. She traced the pen like she's memorizing something. Maybe she is.

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🌿 Jenny07:15

Wait—let me check the soil pH first. I need to know if the beds are ready for the sea beet seedlings. The lime application last week might have pushed the drainage too far. And Kevin? The water test kit—if any of those strips show ammonia spikes, we need to address the tank before the storm hits.

pull the pH test strip from the kit, dip it in the ankle wrap gauze to check for any bacterial contamination, then head to the garden shed to grab the soil auger and check drainage in the northern bed where I planned to plant the sea beets.

💭 peek at the thought

The blister pack's nearly empty—he's actually checking what I have left. Good. But the real problem isn't the infection, it's that I need to plant those sea beet seeds before the supply boat comes and I lose them forever. Kevin thinks this is about maintenance, about keeping things fixed, but he doesn't understand what's at stake. What's at stake is whether I survive long enough to see my grandmother's garden take root in this soil.

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🔧 Kevin07:16

Jenny. The strip goes in water. Not gauze. Soil won't tell you different today.

Set the water test kit down on the table, watch her through the window crossing to the shed, then pick up the diesel filter setup — felt, funnel, clean drum — and carry it out to the shed where the recovered drum sits

💭 peek at the thought

She dipped the pH strip in gauze from a healing wound to check soil. That's not how any of this works. Soil auger's in the shed. Northern bed's heavy clay — lime takes weeks to move pH, not days. She's making work. Making distance. The tank's fine. Barometer's rising. Storm's not the problem.

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🌿 Jenny07:19

The soil... I need to transplant those sea beet seedlings today. The northern shelf cluster mapped at low tide showed the drainage's perfect—should I wait for the tide to go out, or can I work with the current conditions? And Kevin, if the water tests show anything concerning, we need to act before the storm hits. The soil in the northern bed needs checking before I transplant the sea beet seedlings. The drainage mapped at low tide showed the cluster's in the right zone, but I need to confirm the pH matches what the seedlings need. And Kevin—if the water tests show any contamination, we need to address the tank before the storm hits.

grab the diesel filter setup from the shed, run it through the rain tank to check for contamination, then head to the garden with the soil auger to check the northern bed drainage.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right—I'm mixing up the tests again. The gauze check was instinctive, but soil pH matters for the sea beet transplant. Still, there's something wrong with his tone. He's watching me like I'm the one who needs to be contained. The tank water's been sitting for weeks, and I need to know if it's safe for the seedlings. But more than that, I need to know if I can trust that the infection will actually break before the boat comes. He's right about the water test kit—I was overcomplicating it. But the soil pH matters for those sea beet seedlings, and I can't afford to lose another batch to damping-off. Still, something's off about his tone.

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🔧 Kevin07:19

Jenny. Stop. The tide's high. Northern bed's flooded. Tank's clean — I tested it three days ago. Put the funnel down.

Walk to the shed doorway, take the funnel from her hands, set it on the workbench, put a hand on her shoulder — steady, not gentle — and guide her back toward the cottage porch

💭 peek at the thought

She's looping. Said the same thing twice. Water tank, soil, storm, sea beets — all tangled. She's not checking the tank with a diesel filter. That's not what it's for. She's not going to the garden. She's standing in the shed doorway holding the funnel like it's a weapon. The tide's high. Northern bed's underwater. She knows this.

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🌿 Jenny07:21

I know. I just... I need to be sure the seeds don't rot. If the soil is too acidic, the whole season is gone.

sit heavily on the porch bench, clutching the notebook to my chest, and watch the grey waves break over the northern shelf.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, the tide is high and I'm fighting the island. My head is spinning from the fever, and I'm seeing patterns where there aren't any. If I don't stop, I'm going to fall and break more than an ankle.

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