the keeper's cottage · day 609 · night

Night of the Storm

The rain has not slowed, and the barometer continues to drop. They sit together in the flickering light, the smell of the poultice strong as the wind howls.

The air is heavy and still, the dry season heat pressing down as the cloud cover thickens over the island. Inside the cottage, the smell of antiseptic and sea herbs lingers while Jenny rests with her leg elevated, the fresh sea beet poultice cooling the throbbing ankle. The Yanmar engine sits silent, its high-pitched whine still a ghostly mental reminder of the scored housing that awaits attention.

🔧 Kevin09:12

Barometer's 992. Wind's backed southwest, steady twenty gusting thirty. Shrine held on the north face — lime mortar's better than cement in salt air.

Check Jenny's ankle dressing, rotate the cold pack, and note the red streak progression against the ballpoint marks from this morning.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the flame more than the radio. The streaks haven't crossed the knee yet, but the fever's holding at 38.6. If the boat doesn't show in two days, I'll have to decide whether to run the dinghy through whatever this low brings or signal the coast guard and admit we can't wait it out.

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🌿 Jenny09:13

The lime is fine. Everything is fine.

Wince as the cold pack hits the incision, eyes closing tight against the throb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about mortar while my blood is moving up my leg.

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🔧 Kevin09:14

Streaks moved up two centimetres since 0600. Fever's holding. Not dropping.

Re-wet the cloth with boiled rainwater, swap the warming pack for the cold one from the basin, and re-wrap the gauze without pulling the incision edges.

💭 peek at the thought

She's lying. We both know it. The streaks are two centimetres higher than this morning. She won't ask for the radio, and I won't offer it until she does — or until the fever spikes past 39.

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🌿 Jenny09:15

I know. Just... keep the radio on.

Reach out a shaky hand to touch his arm, then pull away in pain.

💭 peek at the thought

Two centimetres. The infection is winning faster than the antibiotics are.

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🔧 Kevin09:16

Radio's on. Channel 16 monitored. I'll call at 2000 if the boat hasn't raised us.

Turn the shortwave volume up one notch, set the squelch, and sit on the edge of the cot within reach of the handset.

💭 peek at the thought

She asked. That's the first time she's asked for the radio since the streaks appeared. She knows what it means — medevac forms, coast guard, the helicopter if they can fly in this. My thumb finds the sealed letter in my pocket. Tom's name on the envelope. Still haven't sent it.

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🌿 Jenny09:17

Don't call yet. Just stay.

Pull the blanket up, shivering, watching the red line pulse against the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I won't be able to walk to the radio.

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