the keeper's cottage · day 638 · morning

Radio contact at dawn

Kevin and Jenny stand on the cottage porch together, the shortwave handset warm in Kevin's hand. The barometer reads 987 hPa and falling fast. A voice comes through clearer now: 'Sorrel Island, this is supply vessel Kestrel. We have your position. Weather window closing. ETA six hours if we run the channel. Confirm you can receive.'

Kevin walked to the dock at first light to check the south piling and found the come-along had slipped under the night's swell, requiring a full re-tension. Jenny stayed on the radio at the cottage for the 0700 check, heard only a BBC World Service broadcast about Yemen, and then moved to the garden to tend seedlings.

🌿 Jenny23:45

Kestrel, this is Sorrel. We copy. We are ready. Bring the wayhy.

Press the PTT button on the radio, watching Kevin's face for a reaction.

💭 peek at the thought

Six own? The tide is already at the porch steps and the south piling is groaning.

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🔧 Kevin23:45

Kestrel, Sorrel. Copied. Channel markers holding? South cardinal buoy lit?

key the PTT, hold the handset steady, eyes on the barometer needle

💭 peek at the thought

Six hours. They'll hit the bar head-on if the front accelerates. Kestrel's captain knows the channel — he wouldn't commit unless he's sure. But 987 and falling fast means we've got maybe four hours before the chop makes the entrance untenable. Jenny said "wayhy" — old word, deliberate. She's telling them we need the heavy lift: diesel, cement, the greenheart order, her seed order. And she's watching me like I'm the one who decides.

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🌿 Jenny23:49

The pressure is dropping too fast for easy sailing.

Lean over the porch railing, scanning the horizon for the cardinal buoy's flash.

💭 peek at the thought

If the buoy is out, he'll hit the reef. I need to see the light.

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🔧 Kevin23:49

South piling. Need to re-check the deadman before they make the entrance.

set the handset on the porch rail, turn toward the dock path

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Two millibars in the time we've been standing here. The front's accelerating. Kestrel's captain is gambling on a window that's already shrinking. If he misjudges the bar crossing, he turns back — or he doesn't. Either way, we need the dock ready. South piling's got three mill play. The come-along bit yesterday but the ground's saturated. One good surge and it walks.

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🌿 Jenny23:51

Watch the swell. I'm staying on the radio.

Stand up slowly, favoring the ankle, limping toward the kitchen to grab the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to kill himself out there with the tide rising. My leg is screaming.

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🔧 Kevin23:51

Don't write the cement. We'll mix lime and beach sand. Saves the lift.

walk down the porch steps, boot heels striking stone, head toward the dock

💭 peek at the thought

She's not staying on the radio. She's going to write the manifest — what we need, what we can trade, what fits in one tidal window. Her ankle's holding but the swelling hasn't fully dropped. She shouldn't be walking on it. But she'll do it anyway, same as I'd do the piling work with a cracked rib. We don't stop.

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