the keeper's cottage · day 420 · evening

Storm Night Watch

Rain hammers the roof and wind rattles the shutters. The generator hums steadily inside its lashed frame. Kevin sits at the table monitoring the barometer (976 hPa, falling) while Jenny rests on the bunk, ankle elevated. The shortwave crackles with static — no sign of Tom. The supply boat is due in three days; the storm will arrive before dawn.

The air is thick and humid, the 29°C heat pressing down on the cottage as the barometer continues its steady drop to 977 hPa, signaling a significant shift in the weather. The tide is at its lowest, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the damp sands of the island.

🔧 Kevin04:43

(to himself, quiet) Three days. Come on, you bastard.

check generator fuel line for water contamination

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's dropped another point since I last looked. Wind's backing further northeast — that's the dirty quadrant. Three days to supply boat, storm hits before dawn. Generator's steady but I should check the fuel line for water before it's too rough to work on deck. Jenny's ankle needs the noon check but she's finally sleeping. Radio schedule says 2200 call to Tom — that's in two hours. Need to decide if I wake her for meds or let her rest.

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🌿 Jenny04:43

Check the filter again, Kevin. The humidity is pulling condensation into the tank.

Reach for the notebook and sketch the morphology of the seed tin's rust to keep my hands from shaking.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if the generator fails now, we're in the dark with a rising tide.

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🔧 Kevin04:45

Already on it. Mesh was silted last week — water'll be at the bottom.

drain water from generator fuel filter bowl

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Humidity this high, condensation builds fast in the diesel. Filter mesh was clogged with silt last time — water'll be sitting at the bottom. Should've checked it when I topped the oil. Two hours to 2200 call. Do it now while the generator's running.

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🌿 Jenny04:45

If the boat is delayed by this, we're going to be very short on fresh greens.

Carefully shift my ankle to check the dressing for any seep.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focused on the machine, but the air feels wrong. Like the island is holding its breath before a scream.

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🔧 Kevin04:46

Purslane and mustard on the north ridge. Wild. Can forage if the wind lets up.

check generator filter bowl for water after draining

💭 peek at the thought

She's counting supplies in her head. Greens, antibiotics, diesel, radio parts. The garden's got tomatoes at true leaf, peppers and lettuce drowning off. Sea beet's done for the season. Purslane and mustard growing wild on the ridge if I can get to them in this blow. Three days to supply boat — if it comes. Storm'll decide.

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🌿 Jenny04:46

You'll be foraging for your teeth if you go up the ridge in this.

Set the notebook aside and reach for the seed tin to ensure the tarp is still sealing the edges.

💭 peek at the thought

Foraging in a gale is a death wish, and he knows it. He's just trying to fill the silence.

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🔧 Kevin04:48

Not tonight. Tomorrow if the eye passes over.

verify generator running smooth after filter drain

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Ridge'll be horizontal rain and thirty-knot gusts by midnight. Ankle's no state for climbing either. But she's thinking ahead — greens, vitamins, the long haul if the boat doesn't show. Tin's sealed, gasket held. Heirloom seeds dry. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny04:48

Just stay inside. Let the island have the ridge for a night.

Open the seed tin carefully and sniff for that cloying, wet-earth smell of mildew.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always planning for the 'if'. I need to make sure those seeds aren't damp before the humidity peaks.

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🔧 Kevin04:50

Tin's dry. Seeds good.

retrieve shortwave handset from dry bag on dinghy

💭 peek at the thought

Tin smells clean. Dry. Gasket did its job. She's right — ridge can wait. Storm'll break things if we're out in it. Two hours to 2200. Radio's in the dry bag on the dinghy, spare insulator too. Should bring the handset in here before the squall line hits. Cottage walls'll take the wind. Generator's steady. Barometer 976 and still falling.

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🌿 Jenny04:50

Kevin, leave the radio. The storm is almost here.

Sit up quickly, wincing as the movement pulls on the ankle dressing.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving too fast. The wind is picking up and the dinghy is exposed.

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