the keeper's cottage · day 593 · evening

Evening preparations before arrival

The tide is at its peak, lapping against the dock pilings. The sun begins to dip, casting long shadows across the garden.

Kevin tested the dock mooring ring under high tide pressure and found it holding fast with the new through-bolts and oak wedges. He attempted radio contact with the supply boat on both primary and secondary channels but received only static and a fragment of mainland news. Jenny monitored her infected ankle while sketching sea beet morphology, noting the infection appears stable but the supply boat's arrival remains uncertain.

🔧 Kevin16:13

Dock's solid at high water. Bolts aren't moving.

Walk down to the dock and lean on the mooring ring, testing for give under full tide pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's high. Good — lets me check the dock bolts under load without getting wet. Jenny's been quiet all afternoon. Her ankle's holding but the silence isn't the same as peace.

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🌿 Jenny16:15

Don't push too hard. The wood is still soft inside the core.

Stands up slowly, clutching her ankle, and limps to the edge of the porch to watch him.

💭 peek at the thought

If it holds through the night, I can actually finish the soil tests tomorrow without the whole structure collapsing.

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🔧 Kevin16:15

Not pushing. Just watching.

Step back from the ring, arms crossed, studying the waterline on the pilings where the new bolts sit. Glance back at her on the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Greenheart's dense but the rot goes deep. Pushing proves nothing except I'm stubborn.

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🌿 Jenny16:17

The boat is coming tomorrow. It needs to show up.

Leans back against the whitewashed stone, breathing through her nose to dull the heat in her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's waiting for me to fail, or he's just waiting for the fever to stop climbing.

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🔧 Kevin16:17

Barometer says fair. They'll come.

Pull the radio handset off the shelf, flip the cover, and dial to the supply frequency. Key the mic. "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel. Position check. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

She's said it three times today. The boat, the boat, the boat. Like saying it makes it true. Barometer's rising — that's the only promise the sea keeps.

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🌿 Jenny16:19

Tell them to check the secondary channel.

Reaches for the tin of seeds on the table, fingers tracing the cold metal edge.

💭 peek at the thought

If they don't answer, I'll have to use the medevac forms.

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🔧 Kevin16:19

Copy.

Switch to channel 2, key the mic again. "Sorrel Island to supply vessel, secondary channel. Request ETA and sea state. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the radio better than she lets on. Secondary's quieter — less skip, clearer line to the mainland relay.

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🌿 Jenny16:21

Jenny — closes her eyes, listening to the hiss of the radio speaker.

💭 peek at the thought

Static. It's always static when you need a voice most.

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🔧 Kevin16:21

(silence, holding the mic loose)

Keep the receiver open, thumb off the transmit button. Watch the S-meter needle tremble at zero.

💭 peek at the thought

Static. Just the ionosphere breathing. She's not moving — eyes shut, hand still on that tin. Waiting's the hardest work we do.

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🌿 Jenny16:23

They're late. Again.

Winces as she shifts her weight, the ankle throbbing in time with the tide.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, the infection will win.

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🔧 Kevin16:23

They're not late. They're on island time.

Set the handset back in the cradle. Walk to the porch rail, lean on the whitewash, eyes on the horizon where the hull will appear — or not.

💭 peek at the thought

Ten days. Eleven. Twelve. The contract says ten. The sea says whatever it wants. She counts. I stopped counting.

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🌿 Jenny16:27

The tide doesn't care about their schedule.

Picks up her pencil, begins to sketch the veins of a sea beet leaf, her hand shaking slightly.

💭 peek at the thought

Island time is just a polite word for being forgotten.

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