the keeper's cottage · day 443 · dawn

The Rising Pressure

Rain continues to drum against the roof as the water tank finally overfills and begins the overflow. Jenny sits at the table de-salting the sea beet sketches while Kevin watches the barometer needle drop toward 975 hPa.

The steady rain continues, drumming against the cottage roof as the barometric pressure drops further. The water tank has reached its capacity, leaving no room for more runoff, while the tide is at its peak, lapping at the lower reaches of the salt-crusted dock.

🔧 Kevin02:31

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Pour coffee into two tin mugs, set one beside Jenny's sketches without disturbing them, then step to the porch to check the barometer again and the sky to the southwest.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's at 975 and still dropping. Tank's overfull and the overflow's running free — good, one less thing to watch. Jenny's steady at the table, sketches spread out, doing the work I can't. The radio's silent. Tom's frequency is quiet. I should key it at 0400. I should say his name. My throat closes at the thought.

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🌿 Jenny02:34

The barometer is falling again.

Reach for the mug with cold hands, then trace the red line on my calf with a shaking finger to see if it has moved upward.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I'm going to lose this leg.

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🔧 Kevin02:35

Holding. Antibiotics are working. Drink the coffee while it's hot.

Lean against the doorframe, mug in hand, watching the barometer needle sit at 975 hPa and the grey sky beyond the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the barometer and my leg both. The red line hasn't moved past the ballpoint mark I made at midnight — antibiotics are holding. Her hands are cold. The rain's not letting up. Slack water's in two hours. Dock ring's holding with the oak wedges and doubler plate, but the transom gap on the dinghy's widened. Need to check both before the tide turns.

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🌿 Jenny02:35

It doesn't feel like it.

Take a sip of the coffee and grimace at the bitterness, then turn back to the sea beet sketches to brush away salt crystals from the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

He says it's working, but the heat in my skin doesn't lie.

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🔧 Kevin02:37

The line hasn't moved past the mark since midnight. Fever broke. That's the metric.

Refill her mug from the kettle, then walk to the radio shelf and run a thumb over the cold mic key without pressing it.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right — it doesn't feel like it's holding. The ache's deeper than the red line shows. But the fever broke at 0300 and the tracking stopped at the mark. That's what matters. The sketches are all she has left of the transect work; salt crystals will eat the paper if they stay. Coffee's bitter because I burned the bottom of the pot. She doesn't complain.

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🌿 Jenny02:38

The metric doesn't care about the storm coming.

Put the pencil down and look at the seed tin on the table, checking if the damp is getting to them.

💭 peek at the thought

Metrics are for people who aren't watching their own skin change the color.

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🔧 Kevin02:39

Tin's sealed. Packets on the table need the oven's residual heat before the tide turns.

Cross to the table, lift the seed tin to verify the tape seal intact, then move the loose packets closer to the stove's warm side.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The barometer at 975 and falling means the storm's still building. The metric only tells me the infection isn't killing her today. The seed tin's sealed with self-amalgamating tape — damp can't reach what's inside. But the packets drying on the table are another matter. Slack water in ninety minutes. Dock ring first, then the transom. The radio schedule at 0400 is past. I missed it. Again.

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🌿 Jenny02:39

way keep them dry for now.

Rub my hand over my ankle, feeling the heat radiating from the infection, then look at the barometer one last time.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't show, I won't have the strength to plant them anyway.

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🔧 Kevin02:41

Slack water in an hour. Dock ring first. Then the transom.

Pull on oilskins and boots, grab the crowbar and mallet from the porch, step out into the rain toward the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

My hand on my own ankle — she means her hand on my ankle. The heat's still there, deep in the joint. She's checking me the way I check the barometer: watching for the turn. The oven's warm side will hold the packets dry for now. Slack water in an hour. Dock ring's held two high tides with the wedges and doubler plate. The transom gap's the real worry — greenheart shims won't seat, landward planks working loose each tide. If the storm hits before I close it, the dinghy takes on water at the mooring.

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🌿 Jenny02:41

watch out for the swell, the tide is coming.

Watch him go through the window, then pick up the pencil to mark the red line on my leg again.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going out there in this while I'm just sitting here rotting.

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