the keeper's cottage · day 549 · night

The Squall Hits

The rain has turned into a torrential deluge and the wind is rattling the shutters. You are both inside, huddled together as the storm truly arrives.

The rain continues in a steady, warm rhythm, drumming against the cottage roof as the air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and damp earth. Inside, the barometer continues its slow, steady descent to 978 hPa, signaling that the current drizzle is merely the precursor to a much sharper squall.

🌿 Jenny14:23

The wind is getting worse, Kevin. Stay away from the windows.

Pulls the blanket tighter around my ankle, wincing as the movement shifts the poultice.

💭 peek at the thought

If the roof holds, the seeds stay dry, but I'm too tired to care about them own.

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🔧 Kevin14:24

Shutters are battened. Generator's lashed. Dinghy's on two springs and a breast line with the storm anchor out fifty metres. We ride it out here.

check the porch door latch and slide the bolt home, then settle back beside Jenny under the blanket

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's at 978 and dropping fast. Wind's backed southwest — passing south, not over. Still means confused seas in the north channel if we need to move. Shutters are battened, generator's lashed, dinghy's double-lined with the storm anchor out. We're as ready as we'll be.

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🌿 Jenny14:24

Jenny — leans my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes as the house shudders under the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a bolt can stop the island, but the fever is already in my marrow. ownSAY: way... keep the radio close. I need to sleep without dreaming.

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🔧 Kevin14:26

Kevin — pull the blanket higher over her shoulders, hand resting on her forearm, listening to the wind find every gap in the stone

💭 peek at the thought

Her ankle's hot through the blanket. Fever's down but the infection's still tracking — lymph nodes swollen at the groin. Metronidazole's four doses left. Doxycycline's done. If the red line creeps past the knee by morning, we've got decisions to make. Radio's dead silent on 2182. Supply boat's five days out if it comes at all. Sat phone's one bar at midnight on the porch rail. Tom's frequency. Haven't tried since the shrine.

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