the keeper's cottage · day 588 · evening

Evening meal and wound check

The limpets are boiled and the corned beef warmed in the pot. Kevin and Jenny sit at the cottage table with tin mugs of coffee, the crate's haul stacked on the shelf. Jenny's ankle is propped on a stool, the poultice fresh. The barometer holds at 1004 hPa, the tide turning to rise.

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🌿 Jenny08:58

It's ready. Don't get cold.

serve the wayets into two bowls and hand one to Kevin.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is still there, but the throbbing is finally slowing. I need to eat before the rain picks up for good.

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🔧 Kevin08:58

Thanks.

take the bowl, blow across the surface, and eat

💭 peek at the thought

The steam carries salt and beef fat — real food, hot. My hands remember the weight of the crate, the rope burning through gloves. The engine mount crack can wait until morning.

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🌿 Jenny08:59

Jenny — take a small bite of a limpet and watch the wind lashes the stone walls.

💭 peek at the thought

He's eating like he hasn't in a week, while I'm just counting the drops of rain on the roof.

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🔧 Kevin09:01

Wind's backing. Might blow itself out by morning.

eat another limpet, watch the porch door shudder in a gust

💭 peek at the thought

She's eating slow. The ankle's draining but the swelling hasn't dropped. Barometer's still falling — 1004 and the tide coming in. Wind's west-southwest, same as the storm that took the crate.

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🌿 Jenny09:01

Let's hope so. The garden is getting away from.

lean back in the chair, wincing slightly as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If it blows out, I might actually manage to check the sea beet seedlings, but right now I just want to stay warm.

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🔧 Kevin09:03

Tarp held. Stakes held. You've got seedlings coming through.

finish the bowl, set it down, reach for the coffee mug

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it still. The red line tracked up her calf yesterday — antibiotics held it, barely. Garden's the least of it but I won't say that. Tarp corners held today. Tomato stakes held. She's done more with that patch in three weeks than I did in ten months.

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🌿 Jenny09:03

Jenny — take a slow sip of the coffee and watch the rain blur the edge of the island.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks about growth like it's a guarantee, but the soil is still sour and heavy. everSAY: Only if the way stays right.

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🔧 Kevin09:05

Crate gave us rope. Coffee. Beef. Line and hooks. We're heavier than we were yesterday.

sip coffee, wipe steam from the mug's rim with a thumb

💭 peek at the thought

Coffee's good — real coffee, not the chicory stretch we've been drinking. Jar seal held. She's watching the treeline where the wind strips leaves. The island's shrinking in this rain. Supply boat's six days out if it comes. She knows the count same as me.

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