the keeper's cottage · day 663 · evening

The Eve of the Storm

The rain has turned to a downpour as the wind lashes the cottage. Kevin and Jenny sit together by the light of the lantern, checking the water levels and waiting for the boat's signal.

Kevin prepares the cottage for the arrival of the supply boat while the atmospheric pressure continues to drop. Jenny rests her injured ankle, managing the pain as the tide begins to rise steadily against the dock.

🌿 Jenny09:03

The own is dropping too fast. We need to check the radio again in the morning.

wraps a fresh bandage around her swollen ankle and stares at the dark water hitting the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, the seeds will rot in the tin and I'll have nothing left to give her.

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🔧 Kevin09:05

Aye. First light.

pour a mug of the limpet broth from the pot on the stove and hold it out to her

💭 peek at the thought

She means the barometer. Ninety-eighty-two and steady my arse — it's been falling all afternoon. The radio's aerial is still shattered from the last blow; we'll be lucky to hear static, let alone the boat.

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🌿 Jenny09:05

way, Kevin.

takes the mug with shaking hands, the warmth seeping into her palms.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be kind, but the salt in the broth makes my stomach turn.

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🔧 Kevin09:06

Drink it slow. There's more in the pot.

pull the blanket tighter around her legs with my free hand, careful not to catch the bandage

💭 peek at the thought

She's cold through. The infection's still sitting in the bone, and the antibiotics are done. My own hands are steady enough to weld a crankshaft at sea, but they don't know what to do with this — her, the letter, the silence.

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🌿 Jenny09:07

I'm trying.

takes a small sip of the salty broth, flinching as the heat hits her throat.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain on the roof. Everything feels so heavy.

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🔧 Kevin09:08

No rush.

take my own mug from the shelf, fill it from the pot, and sit on the edge of the bed facing her

💭 peek at the thought

The broth's too hot. She's too thin. The tin marked E sits on the counter behind me — heavy, rusted, sealed. She hasn't asked what's in it. I haven't opened it. The supply boat's due tomorrow if the barometer doesn't lie, and the south piling still needs that last through-bolt at low tide. My brother's letter is in the dry bag on the porch, unwritten.

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🌿 Jenny09:09

Do you think the pressure will stop dropping soon?

looks down at the steam rising from the mug, her breath fogging the air.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't show up, I don't know what I'll do with the tin.

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🔧 Kevin09:10

Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. The low's still deepening.

blow across my mug, watch the steam flatten, and take a sip

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the storm, not the barometer. The glass has fallen four millibars since noon. Wind's backed to the southwest — cold sector, deepening low. The boat won't come in this. Not tomorrow. Maybe not for a week.

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