the keeper's cottage · day 404 · night

The Heavy Air Breaks

The lantern flickers as the shadows dance across the whitewashed walls. The silence outside is unnervingly still.

The air is heavy and the cloud cover is thickening over the flat sky. The tide is rising, pushing salt water toward the dock pilings while the barometer holds steady at 988 hPa.

🌿 Jenny13:53

It's too tight, Kevin. Just... let it breathe.

Reach for the tin of seeds on the table, tracing the cold metal with a thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing again; if this infection doesn't break soon, I won't even be able to walk to the garden.

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🔧 Kevin13:53

Lid's loose. Just the ring.

set the mackerel plate on the table beside her, pull out the chair opposite and sit down

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's still holding at 988 but something feels off — air's too heavy for this reading. She's talking about the seeds but she means the garden, the island, us. The tarp corner I reinforced this morning is already breathing again.

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🌿 Jenny13:54

I know. I'm just tired.

Pick up a piece of mackerel with the fork, staring at the plate instead of him.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always trying to be practical about it, but the heat in my skin is still there.

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🔧 Kevin13:54

Eat first. Talk after.

pick up my own fork and start on the limpets, keeping my eyes on the plate

💭 peek at the thought

She hasn't looked at me since the supply boat call. The infection's clearing but the exhaustion's bone-deep now. I should've checked the barometer again before supper.

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🌿 Jenny13:55

Okay. I'm eating.

Take a small, reluctant bite of the fish, chewing slowly while listening to the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm not even hungry, but the smell of the salt is making my stomach turn.

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🔧 Kevin13:55

Kevin — keep eating, listening to the wind find the porch boards

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's shifted — coming round to southwest now. That'll push the swell into the dock face by midnight. The mooring ring held today but the greenheart sister plank's still floating on that scoured void. Tomorrow 0600 the captain said. Barometer needs to hold.

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🌿 Jenny13:56

The sky is getting really dark.

Shift my weight in the chair, wincing as the movement pulls at the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in ten days, I'm going to run out of gauze.

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🔧 Kevin13:57

Barometer's steady. For now.

reach across the table and brush my thumb over the back of her hand, once, then pull back to my plate

💭 peek at the thought

Cloud deck's dropped since supper. No stars, no moon — just that flat black you get before a proper blow. Her ankle's throbbing; I can see it in the way she's holding her breath. Should've changed the dressing before we ate.

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