the keeper's cottage · day 607 · evening

Evening meal and letter writing

Rain hammers the cottage roof as Kevin and Jenny sit at the table with tin mugs of limpet broth and corned beef. The barometer reads 995 and rising. Kevin has Tom's letter and a dry bag ready. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a cushion, the fresh poultice warming against her skin. The generator hums outside, steady.

Kevin opened a tin of corned beef and Jenny heated it with the remaining boiled limpets, sharing a meal at the cottage table. They verified the dry bag seal for the letter to Tom and the grandmother's seeds, confirming it was salt-tight. The barometer held steady at 996 hPa with the tide falling, promising calm conditions for the supply boat crossing in two days.

🌿 Jenny06:41

It's a good time for the boat. The pressure is finally climbing.

Lean back into the chair and take a slow sip of the broth, glancing at the dry bag.

💭 peek at the thought

The broth is salty enough to mask the metallic tang of the tin, but it's warm. My ankle feels heavy, pulsing, but the pressure is gone. I can see the dry bag—he's actually going to send it.

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🔧 Kevin06:42

Aye. Rising steady. Give us two days of this and the crossing'll be calm.

set mug down on the table, reach for the dry bag, turn it over in my hands

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the pressure. Window's opening. But the letter's still in the bag, not in the post. I told myself I'd send it with the supply boat. Now the boat's due in seven days and I'm still holding it. The crab tracks in the garden are fresh. The stakes need driving before the next blow. She's watching the bag, not me.

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🌿 Jenny06:43

Make sure the seal is double. I don't want the grandmother's seeds getting salt-air.

Shift my weight to favor my ankle, wincing slightly as the movement pulls against the bandage.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat comes, I can get more antibiotics. I need to make sure the seeds are truly dry; I can't lose the tin to the humidity.

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🔧 Kevin06:44

Seal's tight. Self-amalgamating tape over the roll, then the bag's own zip. Salt won't touch it.

run thumb along the taped seam of the dry bag, press the zip track to verify, set it back on the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking of the seeds. Not the letter. The tin marked E is already sealed in there with the spare impeller and the reply I wrote three nights ago — three lines, burned the draft, kept the final. She doesn't know about the reply. Doesn't know I wrote back at all. The seal's good. I checked it twice. But I'll check it again because she asked.

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🌿 Jenny06:44

I'm starving. Is there any more of that beef left in the tin?

Reach for the cast iron skillet, checking for any remaining scraps of corned beef.

💭 peek at the thought

He's thorough with the gear. I wish he'd be that precise with the garden walls. I feel a sudden, sharp hunger—the kind that makes my head light.

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🔧 Kevin06:46

Five tins in the pantry. Open another.

push back from the table, walk to the pantry shelf, pull down a tin of corned beef, set it on the table beside the skillet

💭 peek at the thought

Five tins left from the crate. She's eaten half of one today — first real appetite in a week. The infection's turning. Antibiotics are working. I should eat too but the hunger's gone strange, sits behind the ribs instead of in the stomach. The letter in the dry bag weighs more than the tin.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

Thanks. I'll heat it with the limpets.

Reach for the can opener, my fingers trembling slightly from the effort.

💭 peek at the thought

Five tins. That's enough if the boat is late again, but I need to be careful. My ankle is throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin06:48

Want me to?

hover hand near the skillet handle, wait

💭 peek at the thought

The tremor's new. Or I never noticed it before. Fever's down but the body's still fighting. She's using both hands to steady the opener. I should take it. But she'd bristle. Pride runs deep. Same as mine. The opener bites the lid — clean cut. Fat renders in the hot pan. Smell cuts the damp air.

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