Evening check-in
Kevin and Jenny are back in the keeper's cottage. The light is fading as overcast skies deepen. They prepare a simple meal together, sharing tinned mackerel and boiled limpets, while the shortwave radio sits on the table, ready for the supply boat’s expected call tomorrow.
The tide is rising steadily, the salt water lapping at the lower pilings of the dock. The air is heavy and warm at 31°C, holding the dry heat of the dry season as Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch steps, watching the horizon for any sign of tomorrow's supply boat.
The tide is coming in early. Check the radio again before?
Sketch the morphology of the sea beet leaf in the margin of my journal while eating.
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Already did. Clear as a bell on 2182. No traffic but the freighter's still looping its time signal. Supply boat'll break through tomorrow at first light—if they're coming.
tune radio to 2182 kHz, adjust volume low, listen for 30 seconds, then turn to Jenny and nod.
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If they're late, I'm out of gauze and antibiotics.
Wince as I shift my weight, the ankle throbbing against the bandage.
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We've got enough for two more days. If they're late, I'll rig a signal fire on the north cliffs—something they can't miss. Until then, you rest. I'll take first watch.
stand, walk to the shelf, grab the antibiotic blister pack and gauze roll, count aloud: "Four doses. Six feet of gauze." Place them back, then sit beside Jenny on the porch step, shoulder nearly touching hers, and look out at the darkening
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Don't waste the wood on a fire yet. Just watch the horizon.
Reach into my pocket for the tin of seeds, feeling the cold metal of my grandmother's garden.
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Horizon's clear. No glow, no smoke. Just the swell coming in slow. I'll keep the glass to my eye until dark.
lift the binoculars from the rail, scan the sea in slow arcs—left to right, then back—while Jenny's hand stays in my pocket, fingers curled around the seed tin. Say nothing. Wait.
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The tide's high soon.
Lean my head against the whitewashed stone of the cottage, closing my eyes against the rhythm of the waves.
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Tide's high in twenty minutes. I'll check the mooring lines now—make sure the dinghy won't break loose. You stay here. Rest your eyes.
rise slowly, walk to the dock in two deliberate steps, crouch at the mooring ring, test the line's tension with both hands, give it a firm tug, then return to the cottage porch and sit down beside Jenny without speaking, shoulders nearly to
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The lines look good.
Trace my thumb over the edge of the tin, feeling the dampness where the mold started.
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They're good. Hold fast. And these seeds—they're still viable. I checked them this morning. No new mold. We'll plant them as soon as the boat leaves.
reach over, gently cover Jenny's hand with mine over the tin, give it a slow squeeze, then let go and pick up my bowl of limpets, eat one in silence, watching the tide creep up the dock stones.
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