the keeper's cottage · day 566 · dawn

Morning Humidity and Rising Pressure

The heavy air sits over the island as the grey sky thickens before noon. Jenny sits on a low chair, her ankle elevated in a basin of warm salt water while Kevin checks the barometer needle.

Kevin checked the barometer and seed tin, finding the paper packets dry but the tin still damp with minor mold. Jenny changed her ankle dressing with fresh sea beet poultice and noted the red line holding. A rat was heard scratching in the pantry.

🔧 Kevin05:59

Pressure's up. Wind'll ease by afternoon.

check the barometer reading again, then walk to the porch rail and scan the horizon for any sign of the supply boat

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's still rising. 978 and climbing. Wind should drop with it. Good for the mast climb. Bad for the radio silence — supply boat's eight days out and we've heard nothing since midnight three days ago.

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🌿 Jenny05:59

Good. I'd like to be able to stand without feeling like my bone is melting.

Gently lift the ankle out of the salt water and reach for the clean gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking for the boat again. He's always looking for the exit. I can feel the heat pulsing in my calf—it's not receding fast enough.

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🔧 Kevin06:01

Red line holding?

step back and let her work, turning toward the radio shelf to check the aerial lead where it enters the cottage

💭 peek at the thought

She's managing it herself. Has been for days. The red line hasn't moved past the mark I made with pen. No heat. She doesn't need me hovering.

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🌿 Jenny06:01

It's holding for now, but I need to check the tin before the tide turns.

Apply the poultice to the infection and wrap it loosely with the fresh gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

The radio is a mess of frayed wire and hope, just like this leg. He thinks a signal will fix the fever.

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🔧 Kevin06:02

Tin's under the tarp on the porch. Paper packets are drying on the newspaper.

walk to the porch and pull back the tarp corner to check the seed tin's condition, glancing at the packets spread on newspaper

💭 peek at the thought

The seed tin. She's been worried about the mold since the storm drove damp through the porch seal. If the heirloom packets are compromised, we lose two seasons of selection.

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🌿 Jenny06:03

Check the edges of the paper. If they feel damp, we have to move them inside.

Lean back against the pillow, wincing as the movement throbs in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the mold gets into the heirloom seeds, grandmother's legacy is gone. I can't let the humidity take them.

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