the keeper's cottage · day 563 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The air in the cottage is heavy with the smell of damp salt and woodsmoke. The kettle begins to hiss on the stove, a sharp metallic sound that cuts through the low rumble of the approaching surf. Jenny winces as she shifts her weight, the salt water in the bucket providing a momentary, stinging relief to the deep throbbing pulse in her ankle.

🔧 Kevin03:54

Radio check in twenty minutes. You want first mug of tea or shall I put the kettle on?

walk into the kitchen, set the crowbar by the door, and fill the kettle from the tank tap

💭 peek at the thought

Back on dry ground. The cottage feels smaller after the dock — or maybe I'm just tired. Jenny's moving slow. Ankle's holding but the swelling hasn't gone down. Need to check the radio schedule, log the crate haul, and get something hot in us both. Monday's coming whether we're ready or not.

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🌿 Jenny03:54

Tea. Please. Strong. I need to check the salt soak again.

way at the kitchen table, lift my swollen own onto the chair, and open the notebook to the sea beet morphology sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

My own is throbbing in time with the rain, and I need that tea before I lose my mind to the radio static.

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🔧 Kevin03:56

Strong it is. Two sugars, right?

set the kettle on the stove, measure tea into the pot, and watch the steam climb while the water comes up

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. The tape mark I made yesterday — red line hasn't crossed it, but the heat in the joint when I changed the poultice this morning told its own story. She's pretending the sketches matter more than the throb. I'll let her.

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🌿 Jenny03:58

Just one. And don't forget the radio check.

at the table, pick up the pencil, and begin shading the veins on the dried sea beet leaf specimen.

💭 peek at the thought

One sugar. I don't need the sweetness to mask the bitterness of the salt in the air.

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🔧 Kevin03:58

Won't forget. Eighteen hundred. Position, weather, seabird count, problems. Same as always.

pour the steeped tea into two tin mugs, drop one sugar cube in hers, none in mine, and set hers on the table beside the notebook without spilling

💭 peek at the thought

One sugar. Right. Knew that. The radio check's the only schedule the trust cares about — Mondays and Thursdays, 0800 and 1800, position, weather, birds, problems. Monday's the supply boat window too. Barometer's steady at 980, but the sky's got that bruised look. She's shading veins like it's taxonomy. It's distraction. The pencil's sharp. Her hand's steady. Good signs both.

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🌿 Jenny04:00

Just make sure you mention the pressure is dropping. I need those supplies if the storm keeps us in.

reach for the mug, wrap both hands around the warmth, and take a slow, cautious sip while staring at the throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

"Same as always" until the salt gets to the wiring or the boat doesn't show.

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