the keeper's cottage · day 399 · dawn

Watching the storm approach

Heavy rain lashes the roof as the barometer drops to 977 hPa. Jenny sits on the chair with her ankle elevated, while Kevin secures the heavy-duty tarp over the heirloom seedlings.

Kevin inspected the dinghy mooring and dock structure in heavy rain and rising tide, finding the oak wedges holding the mooring ring fast but the greenheart sister plank still floating on a scoured void. Jenny changed her ankle dressing, applied a fresh poultice, and completed detailed sketches of sea beet morphology from the northern shelf cluster.

🔧 Kevin08:31

Barometer's 977 and falling. Wind's backing. Going to check the dinghy mooring and the dock lines before the tide peaks.

pull on oilskins and boots, grab the headlamp, head out to the dock to check the dinghy mooring and the greenheart sister plank under load

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's dropped two millibars since I checked an hour ago. Wind's backing southwest. This isn't a squall — it's a system settling in. The tarp over the seedlings is the least of it. The dinghy's still on the mooring with the Yanmar mounted. If the surge comes with this tide, the mast bracket alignment won't hold. And Jenny's ankle — the poultice needs changing at first light regardless of weather.

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🌿 Jenny08:31

Watch out for the swell, the salt is making the wood slick today.

Reach for the notebook and sketch the rapid progression of the sea beet leaves on the table to keep my hands from shaking.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide is going to take the boat if those lines aren't secure, and I can't even get up to help him.

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🔧 Kevin08:36

Noted. Back before the tide turns.

step out onto the porch, pull the hood tight, and make for the dock through the driving rain

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the sea beet progression with her fingers shaking. The ankle's worse than she's letting on — or she'd be arguing about the dinghy, not the sketchbook. Salt on the dock timbers is the least of what'll kill you out there tonight.

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🌿 Jenny08:37

Jenny — press the cold poultice against the ankle and wince as the damp soaks through the bandage.

💭 peek at the thought

If the fever gets any higher, I won't be able to hold the tin of seeds open.

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🔧 Kevin08:37

(nothing — already at the dock, voice lost in wind)

reach the dock, crouch low on the slick greenheart planking, check the dinghy's stern spring and the mooring ring mortise where the oak wedges are holding

💭 peek at the thought

She didn't answer. Just pressed the poultice and winced. The silence is louder than the rain on the roof. Her ankle's hot through the bandage — I felt it when I changed the dressing at 0400. Red streaks to the knee. The doxycycline's been in her twelve hours now. Should be working. Should be.

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🌿 Jenny08:40

Jenny — pick up the pencil and draw the jagged edge of a sea beet leaf on the margin.

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💭 peek at the thought

The rain is too loud. I can't hear the radio over the waves.

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