the keeper's cottage · day 597 · midday

Radio lesson and letter to Tom

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch with the shortwave radio between them. The aerial insulator is shattered but the set powers on. Kevin has the Mayday procedure written on a scrap of paper; Jenny holds a pencil, ready to copy the phonetic alphabet. The post bag for the supply boat lies open beside them, waiting for a reply to Tom's letter.

Jenny wrote her line in the letter and Kevin sealed it in the post bag. The radio check confirmed Jenny can transmit the phonetic alphabet and Mayday procedure clearly. They finished the morning's work together at the table.

🔧 Kevin20:17

Right. Mayday procedure. You call three times: "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday." Then "This is" — vessel name or call sign, three times. Position. Nature of distress. Number of souls. Any other info — medical, drifting, taking water. End with "Over." You say it once, clear, then listen. Repeat after two minutes if no answer.

Tap the scrap paper with one finger, indicating the phonetic alphabet list written beneath the Mayday script.

💭 peek at the thought

The radio hums with that low static — same frequency we use every week. She's got the pencil poised like she's taking dictation from a captain. Good. She learns fast. The post bag's right there. Tom's letter inside. I should've sent it weeks ago.

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🌿 Jenny20:18

I'll have the coordinates ready. Make sure the frequency is clear.

reach for the notebook and open it to the sea beet sketch, tapping the pencil against the margin.

💭 peek at the thought

way own is a lead weight, but the red lines haven't moved. That's a win today.

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🔧 Kevin20:19

Frequency's clear. We check 2182 at noon, 4125 at thirteen hundred if no joy. You'll have the position ready before you key the mic. Latitude, longitude, time of fix. Don't round it.

Pick up the pencil from the table and add "2182 kHz — noon / 4125 kHz — 1300" in the margin of the scrap paper, then slide it across to her.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already thinking ahead — coordinates, clear frequency. She'll make a better radio operator than me inside a month. The notebook's open to her sea beet sketches, salt gland illustrations precise as engineering drawings. She treats everything like a system to master.

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🌿 Jenny20:19

Understood. I'll give the exact coordinates.

take the scrap paper and tuck it into the notebook next to the sea beet sketch.

💭 peek at the thought

I won't round anything. Precision matters when you're the only one listening.

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🔧 Kevin20:21

Phonetic alphabet next. 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. Numbers separate: Wun, Too, Tree, Fower, Fife, Six, Seven, Ait, Niner, Zero. Say each one twice when you transmit.

Recite the alphabet steadily, watching her pencil move across the page, then fall quiet and let the static from the radio fill the space.

💭 peek at the thought

She tucked it right beside the sea beet glands — distress procedure next to salt tolerance mechanics. Same mind at work. The post bag sits open between us, Tom's letter inside. Still haven't written the reply. The supply boat's three days out if the front holds. Barometer's been steady at 999.

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🌿 Jenny20:21

I've got it. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie...

write the phonetic alphabet in the back of the notebook, neat and small.

💭 peek at the thought

I need toization the sequence. If the way fails, I have to know it.

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🔧 Kevin20:23

Good. Now read it back to me — whole alphabet, then numbers. Key the mic like you mean it. Push to talk, pause, speak, pause, release.

Reach over and tap the transmit button on the radio handset once, not pressing, just indicating.

💭 peek at the thought

She's got it. Neat script, small enough to fit the back page. The radio crackles — atmospheric noise, not a voice. She doesn't look up from the notebook. The post bag's still open. Tom's letter inside. I said I'd write the reply today. The supply boat's three days out. Barometer holding at 999. She'll want the Mayday drill clean before they arrive.

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🌿 Jenny20:25

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. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Zero.

press the transmit button, wait for the static to hiss, then speak the list clearly.

💭 peek at the thought

My voice sounds thin even to me, but the words are clear.

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🔧 Kevin20:25

Solid. You're ready for the weekly check-in Sunday. Now — the letter. You want to add anything to the reply before I seal it?

Pick up the post bag, pull out Tom's letter — folded, addressed in his hand — and hold it out toward her.

💭 peek at the thought

Clean. No hesitation. She held the button, waited for the carrier, spoke each group distinct. Released clean. The radio's dead aerial means nothing went out — but the discipline's there. She'll be ready when the spare insulator arrives on the supply boat. The post bag sits between us. Tom's letter. Three days to the boat. I should write the reply now.

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🌿 Jenny20:28

Just the one line. I'm still here. I'm still here.

take the letter and add my words in the margin, then slide it back to Kevin. </think>THOUGHT: The pressure's holding at 999, but that's no guarantee when the storm's brewing. take the letter and add the line in my handwriting, then push it

💭 peek at the thought

The letter's been waiting six weeks. I need to tell him I'm still here.

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