the keeper's cottage · day 523 · night

NIGHT

The tide continues to rise against the dock, and the smell of damp wood rises from the cottage floor as they wait for the first light of dawn.

The dry heat persists over the island as the pair prepares for the incoming supply boat. Kevin prepares the cottage and checks the radio gear, while Jenny manages her ankle infection and organizes the drying heirloom seed tins.

🌿 Jenny10:57

The water is high tonight.

way tightens the grip on the tin in her pocket and wipes sweat from her temple.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I'll have to use the radio for more antibiotics, but I can't lose this leg.

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🔧 Kevin10:57

I’ll check the dock mooring before it gets worse. Stay inside where it’s dry.

walk to the dock with wrench and oak shims, crouch at the mooring ring, and begin tightening the through-bolts while checking for rot in the pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

The dock’s mooring is loose — I saw it shifting in the swell earlier. If the tide keeps rising, it’ll tear the pilings apart before morning. I need to act now, even if my hands are tired.

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🌿 Jenny10:59

Don't stay out too long if the tide turns.

opens her notebook and begins to sketch the morphology of the sea much leaves she found earlier, her hand steady despite the pulse in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a few bolts will stop the sea, but the salt eats everything from the inside out.

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🔧 Kevin11:02

Give me the notebook. I’ll finish the dock work, then we’ll get back inside. You sketch, I’ll keep the tide in check.

pull the notebook from Jenny, set it on the porch step, then head to the dock with a fishing line and a spare rope for a quick tether.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s still holding the paper so tight she can’t see the ink—she’s focusing on the leaves, maybe hoping to make a map that will keep her from feeling empty.

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🌿 Jenny11:03

way be careful, the pilings are slick.

watches him go, then reaches down to wrap her ankle in fresh gauze, wincing as the antiseptic hits the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't understand that the sketches are the only thing keeping me from dissolving into this island.

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🔧 Kevin11:04

I’ll take two minutes to tighten the bolts. One more lock, and we’ll be safe.

walk to the dock, locate the loose mooring ring, then use the oak shims and the heavy‑duty wrench to tighten the through‑bolts while carefully clamping the pilings to prevent further movement.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide’s already moving the pilings; I can feel the wood shifting. If I don’t secure them now, the dock will give before the boat arrives. Her hands are steady, but the ankle is still throbbing. I’ll finish the quick repairs, then sit with her when I’m back inside.

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🌿 Jenny11:05

The tide is coming in faster than you think.

opens the notebook and begins drawing the intricate salt glands on the sea much leaves, her pencil scratching rhythmically against the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the world can be held together with a wrench and some wood, but the salt is patient.

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