the keeper's cottage · day 416 · night

Evening Meal

Kevin and Jenny meet at the small table as the light fades. The sound of the rising tide laps against the dock.

Kevin and Jenny shared a quiet supper of limpets and corned beef fat while the barometer held steady at 989 hPa. Kevin confirmed the dock mooring held fast at high water but noted the shackle pin remains frozen, requiring heat at slack tide tomorrow. He stated the evacuation rule plainly: if the red line moves, fever spikes, or the supply boat cannot cross, he will radio for the helicopter without argument.

🔧 Kevin01:15

Supper's limpets and the last of the corned beef fat. Barometer's 989, holding. Dock mooring didn't move at high water — four bolts and the doubler plate held. But the shackle pin's still frozen. Going to need heat at slack water tomorrow.

pull out a chair at the table and sit, reaching for the tin mug of limpet broth

💭 peek at the thought

The light's going fast. Tide's high and the dock's taking weight — mooring held through the turn, but the shackle pin's still seized. Need to say the evacuation line at supper. She'll hear it or she won't. Either way it's said.

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🌿 Jenny01:17

Good for the bolts, Kevin. Truly.

Lean back in the chair and slowly rub the skin just above the bandage on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about bolts and pins while my leg feels like it's humming with a fever. I can't even look at the notebook without my hands shaking.

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🔧 Kevin01:17

Ankle holding?

spoon a limpets from the tin into my mug, the broth thick with fat

💭 peek at the thought

She's testing the ankle again. The red line hasn't moved since 0400. That's something. But she's tired — the way she leans back, the slow rub. We both are.

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🌿 Jenny01:19

It's fine. Just stiff.

Take a small, slow sip of the broth and look away toward the window.

💭 peek at the thought

It's not "holding," it's throbbing. If I tell him how bad it actually feels, he'll start managing me again.

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🔧 Kevin01:19

The evacuation rule. If the red line moves, if fever spikes, if the supply boat can't make the crossing — I radio for the helicopter and we leave. No arguing. No waiting to see.

set the spoon down, the broth steaming, and meet her eyes across the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's not looking at me. The evacuation line sits in my throat — eleven months we've been here and I've never said it plain. "If the infection spreads past the line, if the fever comes back, if the boat can't get through — I call the medevac and we go." Simple. True. She knows it. I know it. Saying it makes it real.

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