the keeper's cottage · day 643 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The tide recedes, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools as the pressure drops further. Inside the cottage, the air is heavy with the scent of salt and the medicinal tang of the sea beet poultice. Jenny's ankle is swollen and throbbing beneath the binding, while the barometer continues its steady descent, signaling a shift in weather before the boat arrives.

🌿 Jenny06:48

The tide is coming in higher than usual. We need to check the moorings one last time before the light fails.

I sit on the edge of the cot, wincing as I reach for the basin and carefully unwrap the damp binding from my ankle to inspect the swelling.

💭 peek at the thought

The ankle is throbbing again, a dull, hot pulse that matches the rhythm of the tide. I need to change the poultice, but the movement feels like a mountain. I look at the seed tin on the shelf—grandmother's seeds, still dry, still waiting—and I feel that familiar wave of guilt. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, if the storm pushes it back, we'll be out of the good greens. I'm a botanist, and yet I'm just a woman watching the salt rot the wood.

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🔧 Kevin06:49

I'll check the lines. You stay off it.

walk to the porch and pull on boots, grab the flashlight and heavy wrench from the shelf, head down the path to the dock

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tide. The barometer's steady but the swell's pushing harder than the numbers say. Her ankle looks worse — red tracking past the calf now, heat radiating through the bandage. She won't let me carry her to the dock, and I won't ask.

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🌿 Jenny06:50

Watch out for the north cleat, it's been looking loose since the gale.

I dip the cloth into the salt water and gently debride the old sea beet paste from the wound, hissing through my teeth when the water hits the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He always does that—acts like I'm made of glass because I have one bad leg. I could fix the dock myself if my skin didn't feel like it was being pulled by pliers.

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🔧 Kevin06:50

North cleat's bolted through the sister knee. It's not moving.

reach the dock, sweep the flashlight beam along the starboard mooring line to the north piling, test the cleat with a boot heel, then check the warp tension on the dinghy's stern spring

💭 peek at the thought

North cleat's held through worse. But she noticed it, which means she's been watching the dock while I was below on the engine. The hiss tells me more than she'll say — infection's deep, tracking. Four antibiotic doses left. Might need two for her if the fever spikes tonight.

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