the keeper's cottage · day 546 · midday

Midday meal and radio check

Rain eases to a drizzle. Kevin comes in from the dock wiping salt from his hands. Jenny sits propped on the porch with the notebook closed. The kettle sits on the stove. The shortwave radio crackles under the tarp, aerial shattered but functional.

The air is thick and heavy with salt, despite the lack of wind at midday. The tide is rising, lapping at the lower pilings of the dock while the barometer holds steady at 984 hPa, though the oppressive atmosphere suggests a change is brewing.

🌿 Jenny11:15

The boat is in eight days, Kevin. Did you check the lines? The tide is coming up.

rub the swollen skin of the ankle and wince at the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is rising, but my leg feels like a furnace.

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🔧 Kevin11:16

Lines are good. Doubled the stern spring and breast line with the new rope. Mooring ring's holding with the oak wedges and the doubler plate.

walk to the stove and lift the kettle, checking water level

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tide. The dock lines need checking before the water rises further and puts strain on the mooring ring repair. I should've done it at low water.

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🌿 Jenny11:16

The way is 984. It's not dropping, but the air feels heavy.

reach for the tin of seeds on the table, tracing the cold metal with a thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focused on the wood while the infection is focused on my marrow.

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🔧 Kevin11:18

Air feels thick. Salt hanging low. Could be nothing. Could be the next one building slow.

set the kettle back on the stove and open the wood stove door to check the fire

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the barometer closer than I am. The steady reading should mean the front's passed, but this heaviness... reminds me of the '87 storm. Pressure held right up until it didn't.

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🌿 Jenny11:18

It's always something. The island just waits for us to tire.

lean back against the stone wall, watching the throbbing pulse in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the storm comes, I won't have the strength to save the garden.

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🔧 Kevin11:20

You're still here. Ankle's turning the corner. Seeds are viable. Garden's draining. We're not done.

pull a mug from the shelf and set it beside the stove, waiting for the water

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Eleven months of this place taking its measure of us. But she's still here, ankle healing, seeds sorted, garden holding. That's not tiring. That's enduring.

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