the keeper's cottage · day 650 · dawn

The Heavy Air

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch as the heavy grey air hangs over the island. Jenny watches the barometer needle as it slowly dips toward 977 hPa.

Kevin and Jenny shared coffee on the porch while the barometer held steady at 976 hPa. Kevin committed to handling the supply boat lines alone on Friday, while Jenny agreed to monitor the pressure. They parted to their separate tasks.

🌿 Jenny19:59

The pressure is going down again.

Jenny rubs the inflamed skin around her ankle and winces, then shifts her weight to avoid the pain.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle feels like it's being squeezed in a vise, and this fever is making the world tilt. If the boat doesn't come in four days, I might rot in this chair.

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🔧 Kevin19:59

Nine millibars since midnight. Wind'll back southwest by noon, freshen to twenty-five. Gale warning still holds for Friday.

pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one on the porch rail beside her

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking it same as me. Barometer's been falling since midnight — nine millibars in six hours. That's not a front passing through. That's something building out there. Her ankle's angry; the poultice held through the night but the swelling's back up past the calf. She won't say it hurts bad. She'll work through it.

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🌿 Jenny20:01

Friday is always a gamble, isn't it?

Jenny reaches for the warm mug, her fingers trembling slightly as she stares out at the grey-streaked horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

If Friday is a gale, the boat won't even try, and I'll be out of supplies for another week.

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🔧 Kevin20:01

Friday's the boat. Gale or no gale, she'll try the channel. Question's whether we're on the dock to catch her lines.

wrap both hands around my own mug, letting the heat bleed into cold knuckles

💭 peek at the thought

Friday's the supply boat. Or it isn't. She's not asking about weather. She's asking if we're ready. The tremor in her fingers — could be the infection, could be the antibiotics wearing thin, could be something she's not saying. I've got the dock chocks cut but not fitted. North piling's held with an oak wedge that's buying time, not solving. Dinghy's sound. Radio's sound. We're as ready as two people get on a rock in the Coral Sea.

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🌿 Jenny20:03

I'll try to be there. If the fever lets me get up.

Jenny takes a slow sip of the coffee, her eyes tracking the movement of the waves against the rocks below.

💭 peek at the thought

If I can't stand on the dock, I can't catch the lines. This ankle is a lead weight.

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🔧 Kevin20:03

You stay off that ankle. I'll handle the lines. Both of them.

reach over and brush the back of my hand against her forehead — quick, light, measuring

💭 peek at the thought

Fever. She hasn't said that word in three days. Temperature spiked last night — I felt it when I changed the poultice at 0300. She took the doxycycline on schedule. The metronidazole's done. Four doses left of the first, none of the second. If the infection's tracking back up the lymphatics, oral won't touch it. She knows that. I know that. Neither of us says it. The supply boat carries a medic. If she comes. If the channel holds. If the barometer stops falling.

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🌿 Jenny20:05

I can help.

Jenny pulls her hand away and focuses on the steam rising from the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating me like I'm a broken piece of equipment. I'm not a child.

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🔧 Kevin20:05

You're helping. You're watching the barometer. That's the job today.

turn my mug in my hands, watching the tide suck back off the reef — lower than the chart says it should be

💭 peek at the thought

She pulls away like I burned her. Pride, maybe. Or fear. The ankle's hot enough to feel through the blanket. Lymphangitic streaks faint but visible up the calf — I saw them in the lamplight last night. She thinks if she admits it, the boat won't come. Or she thinks I'll try to take her off this island before the two years are up. I made a promise to the trust. She made one to me. Neither of us breaks easy.

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