the keeper's cottage · day 629 · dawn

The Rising Tide and Rain

Steady rain drums against the roof as the water tank finally reaches its overflow point. Jenny sits on the step, wrapping her ankle in a fresh poultice while Kevin watches the barometer needle continue to dip.

Kevin climbed toward the north ridge to monitor the weather, struggling against the steady rain and slick mud path. Jenny stayed at the cottage, handing over the rusted seed tin and managing her painful ankle while the tide began to rise against the dock.

🔧 Kevin09:38

Pressure's falling. West wind coming in. If the helo shows, it'll be in the next two hours or not at all.

Walk to the shortwave, key the mic on Tom's frequency. "Sorrel Island calling. Position holding. Barometer 995, wind west-southwest rising. Standing by for extraction window." Release mic, listen.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's dropped three millibars since I checked at first light. 995 now. Rain'll mask the helicopter if it comes, and the wind's shifting west — rotor wash'll be treacherous on the LZ. She's moving slower today. The poultice change took her four minutes instead of two. Fever's still there behind her eyes.

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🌿 Jenny09:39

Get the tin, Kevin. Now.

Reach into my pocket, pull out grandmother's seed tin, and hand it to him.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat comes now, he has to take the tin. I can't let them rot in this damp.

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🔧 Kevin09:40

Jenny —

Take the tin from her hand. Feel the rusted lid, the weight of it. Don't open it. Slip it into my own jacket pocket, inner left, over my heart.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not asking about the extraction. She's handing me the tin Edward's seeds came in — the one she's carried in her pocket for eleven months, damp and dented and sacred. Her fingers are white-knuckled on it. This isn't about the helicopter.

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🌿 Jenny09:41

Go to the north ridge. If they land, wait there.

Lean back against the whitewashed stone, watching the rain blur the edge of the island.

💭 peek at the thought

He has them. Now the seeds are safe even if I'm not.

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🔧 Kevin09:43

I'll be on the ridge. Radio on channel sixteen. You move if you have to.

Check the tin's secure in my pocket. Grab the handheld VHF from the shelf, the ditch bag by the door. Walk out onto the porch, into the rain. Start climbing the path toward the north ridge, boots sinking in mud.

💭 peek at the thought

She's sending me away. To the north ridge — the high ground, the landing zone, the place where a helicopter could actually set down. She's telling me to be the one who meets it. Who guides it in. Who makes the call. She's not saying she won't go. She's saying she can't walk there. And she's not saying she'll stay.

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