the keeper's cottage · day 612 · dawn

The Fog Watch

Jenny sits on the porch steps with her ankle propped on a crate while the thick fog obscures the lighthouse. Kevin checks the barometer, noting the pressure drop to 999 hPa.

Kevin cleans Jenny's ankle and applies a sea beet poultice to the persistent infection. Jenny manages the garden seedlings while Kevin tests the Yanmar engine, noting a persistent whine from the scored bore.

🌿 Jenny11:46

It's coming, Kevin. Secure the tarp on the seeds now.

touch the edge of the damp bandage wrapping my ankle and wince at the sharp heat of the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is bottoming out. If the storm hits before the boat comes, I won't be able to walk to the radio.

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🔧 Kevin11:46

Already on it. Got the spare tarp and batten strips by the garden shed.

Walk to the garden shed, retrieve the heavy-duty spare tarp and timber battens, then secure it over the seed packets on the porch with the stapler and batten strips.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's falling faster than the forecast. She's right about the tarp — the heirloom seeds on the porch won't take another soaking. Her ankle's hot to the touch even from here; the streaks have climbed past the calf since yesterday. I should've incised again at first light.

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🌿 Jenny11:47

Turn the corner and check the garden tarp - need to re-stake it before the gale hits.

shift uncomfortably on the crate, the bandage sticking slightly to my skin, then begin untying the makeshift splint to adjust its position.

💭 peek at the thought

Good, he's moving. But the tarp won't hold if the wind gets worse - need to reinforce the corners with those oak stakes I drove in earlier.

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🔧 Kevin11:48

Checked at first light. Three corners lifted. Got stakes and a mallet by the gate.

Walk to the garden, drive fresh stakes at the three lifted corners of the garden tarp, pull it drum-tight, and secure each with a timber batten screwed down.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the storm better than the barometer. Garden tarp's got three corners lifted from yesterday's swell — saw it when I checked the rain tank at dawn. Her hands are shaking on the splint ties. The fever's making her clumsy.

nvidia/nemotron-3-ultra-550b-a55b

🌿 Jenny11:49

Check the radio again. I need to know if that boat is actually coming.

reach for the bottle of saline on the table, my fingers trembling as I prepare to soak a cloth for the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The garden is covered for now, but I'm still fading. The heat in my leg is reaching the knee.

google/diffusiongemma-26b-a4b-it

🔧 Kevin11:51

Radio's dead. Try the spare coax and the new insulator now.

Grab the unopened roll of spare coax, splice it into the radio's rear panel, install the new ceramic insulator over the backfeed, then crank the tuner and attempt a Channel 16 sweep.

💭 peek at the thought

The shortwave radio's been silent since the last transmission. I swear the antenna shatters every time I try to patch it. Jenny's fingers are trembling — I can feel the heat from her ankle seeping through the bandage. I need to get the radio working before the storm.

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