the keeper's cottage · day 597 · evening

Porch radio lesson as light fails

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch steps as evening deepens. The shortwave radio rests on a folded tarp between them, its shattered aerial sheltered under the eaves. Kevin has the Mayday procedure notes ready. Jenny's ankle is propped on a cushion, the red streaks marked with pen. The tide is high now, slapping the dock pilings. The barometer reads 997 hPa and falling.

Kevin sits Jenny on the porch to teach her the Mayday procedure while the tide sits high against the dock. Jenny practices the phonetic alphabet and the distress format, but the radio returns only static despite her repeated transmissions.

🔧 Kevin20:47

Right. Phonetic alphabet first. You know most of it. We'll do the bits that get people killed." I tap the radio's side. "Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliett, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebec, Romeo, Sierra, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu. Say it back.

hand her the folded procedure card, then lean back against the porch post, boots crossed at the ankles

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's falling faster than I'd like. Three hPa in an hour. The radio's the only thing that reaches past this rock, and she needs to know it cold — not from notes, from muscle. Her ankle's stable, the streaks haven't moved since noon. Good. That's one less thing.

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🌿 Jenny20:48

Alpha, Bravo, Charlie... I know them, Kevin.

Take the card with a trembling hand and trace the letters with a fingernail.

💭 peek at the thought

My head is throbbing from the pressure drop and the salt air feels heavy in my lungs.

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🔧 Kevin20:49

You do. Good. Now the format. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is [vessel name or call sign] three times. Position. Nature of distress. Number of souls. Assistance required. Over. I point at the card. "Fill in the blanks for us. Sorrel Island caretaker cottage. Two souls. Medical evacuation. You say it.

tap the card where the position line sits, then settle back, watching the tide push against the dock

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shake. Cold, or the ankle, or the weight of what we're doing. Doesn't matter. She knows them. Good.

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🌿 Jenny20:49

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Jenny, Sorrel Island caretaker. Position: 14 degrees South, 162 degrees West. Nature of distress: severe infection, potential sepsis. Two souls on board. Requesting medical evacuation. Over.

Write the coordinates in the notebook next to the sea beet sketch.

💭 peek at the thought

If I can't get through this, the seeds will just rot in the tin.

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🔧 Kevin20:51

Good. Now you wait. Count to thirty. If no answer, you repeat. Same words, same order. You don't add, you don't explain. The coastguard writes it down exactly as you say it. I tap the transmit button. "Try it. Key down, speak, key up. Don't hold it open.

slide the radio closer to her on the tarp, finger hovering near the volume knob

💭 peek at the thought

Clean. Precise. She didn't hesitate on the coordinates. The infection line was clinical — not scared, not soft. Just facts. That's the voice the radio needs.

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🌿 Jenny20:52

Ready when you are.

Press the transmit button, voice steady despite the fear, then release it as instructed. </think>

💭 peek at the thought

The tide is still pushing against the dock pilings, and I can feel the infection flaring in my leg.

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🔧 Kevin20:53

Count it. One... two... three...

watch the seconds on my wristwatch, thumb resting on the squelch knob, ready to kill the hiss the moment someone answers

💭 peek at the thought

She held the key clean. No rambling. Thirty seconds of static now — the longest half-minute on any radio. The barometer's still dropping. Wind's backing further south-west. If the front pushes through tonight, the supply boat won't make the crossing. She knows that too.

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🌿 Jenny20:54

Ten seconds are up.

Grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white, staring at the static on the radio dial.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence on the radio is heavier than the heat.

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🔧 Kevin20:55

Keep counting. Twenty. Twenty-one.

glance at the barometer on the wall, then back to the radio, hand still on the squelch

💭 peek at the thought

Ten seconds. Twenty more. The static's loud in the quiet — waves on the dock, wind in the eaves, her breathing. The barometer needle hasn't moved since I looked. 997. Falling. If the coastguard's listening on the mainland repeater, they're three hundred miles and a mountain range away. Might not hear us. Might not care about a caretaker's infected ankle on a rock nobody charts.

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🌿 Jenny20:55

Twenty-five.

Press the transmit button again, waiting for a voice to break the static.

💭 peek at the thought

If they don't answer now, I'm going to lose my mind.

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