the keeper's cottage · day 590 · midday

Midday Return

Kevin enters the cottage heaving the heavy, dripping crate as the sun reaches its peak. Jenny spreads the sorted seeds across the table, waiting to assess the haul.

Kevin recovered the waterlogged crate from the surf and dragged it to the cottage porch despite the rain. He pried the lid off with a crowbar to reveal the contents wrapped in heavy canvas. Jenny inspected the tins for leaks, finding one dented but otherwise no structural damage.

🔧 Kevin11:29

Got it clear of the surf. Tin E's still on the shrine ridge — left it there. This one's different.

set the crate on the porch floor, pry the lid with the crowbar

💭 peek at the thought

Crate's heavier than it looked from the dock. Good sign — means it's full, not waterlogged through. Shoulders burn from the haul up the beach. Need to get this open before the tide turns again.

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🌿 Jenny11:29

Don't bring the mess inside just yet. Let it drip on the stone.

Jenny limps to the doorway, wincing as the weight shifts on her ankle, and watches him pry the wood.

💭 peek at the thought

If the salt got into the casing, the whole batch is lost and I can't afford another failure.

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🔧 Kevin11:31

Holding. Lid's nailed, not screwed. Salt's welded the heads.

lever the first board free, toss it aside, work the next

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Salt and rot don't need to be in the kitchen. Wood's swollen tight — lid fights back. Crowbar bites, a nail screams. First board gives.

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🌿 Jenny11:31

Jenny — jenny leans heavily against the doorframe, eyes fixed on the gap opening in the crate.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being too rough; if he splits the wood, he'll crush the seeds.그런SAY: slow with the crowbar. The wood is soft from rot.

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🔧 Kevin11:33

Coffee jar. Sealed. Corned beef tins — six, maybe more. Rope coil. Dry.

peel back the canvas layer, reach in and pull the first tin clear

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left side hard. Ankle's not the story she's telling. Second board pops — damp straw, then canvas wrapping. Smell hits: coffee, metal, something sharp. Tinned goods by the weight of it.

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🌿 Jenny11:35

Check the seals on the beef before you move them.

Jenny moves toward the porch, her ankle throbbing with every step, and reaches out to touch the tin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the coffee is dry, I might have a reason to stay awake through the next storm.

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🔧 Kevin11:35

Three clean. One dented, seal's good. Two more under.

set each verified tin on the porch rail, pull the next two

💭 peek at the thought

She's steadying herself on the doorframe. Won't admit it. Tin's clean — no rust bloom, solder intact. Tap sounds solid. Next one same. Third has a dent but the seal holds.

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🌿 Jenny11:37

Put the coffee on the table, away from the rain.

Jenny reaches for the dented tin, her fingers tracing the metal to check for hairline cracks.

💭 peek at the thought

Five tins. That's enough to survive if the boat fails again.

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