the keeper's cottage · day 666 · afternoon

The Midday Wait

The flat sky darkens slightly as the humidity rises. Kevin and Jenny remain in the shade of the cottage, waiting the tide to turn and the medicine to work.

The flat cloud cover thickens over the island, pressing the 32°C heat against the cottage. The tide is receding, exposing the slick lower planks of the dock pilings. Kevin has just administered Jenny's first dose of antibiotics, while she sits on the porch step debriding the infected ankle with salt water, watching the water line drop steadily.

🔧 Kevin11:47

Took the first dose. Next one's in twelve hours. You'll wake me if the fever spikes before then.

sit on the porch step, eyes on the tide line creeping up the dock pilings

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's still falling despite the calm. That swell lag she noted — northeast wind holding while pressure rises — means the dock takes the real hit after the weather turns. Eight days until the supply boat. Her ankle needs more than poultice and hope.

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🌿 Jenny11:49

I'll wake you. Just keep an eye on the water; the swell is coming higher than usual.

Jenny reaches for the salt water basin, wincing as she dips the infected ankle to debride the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the tide, and the salt water isn't doing enough for the heat of it.

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🔧 Kevin11:49

Swell's running two hours ahead of the table. South brace held last cycle. I'll check it at the turn.

stand, wipe hands on thighs, walk to the dock edge where the water laps the lowest plank

💭 peek at the thought

She's stubborn. Won't let me see the wound proper. The heat tracking up her calf yesterday — that's not surface infection anymore. Antibiotics need blood flow, time. Twelve hours for the next dose. The tide's pushing harder than the chart says it should.

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🌿 Jenny11:51

Be careful on those pilings; the wood is slick from the last rain.

Jenny leans back against the stone wall, breathing through her teeth as the salt stings the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

If the dock goes, the dinghy is lost, and I'm stuck on this rock.

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🔧 Kevin11:51

North piling's the one to watch. Shim's moved three millimeters since yesterday. Got a spare bolt staged at the shed if it walks further.

crouch at the water's edge, press palm flat against the north piling where the shim meets timber, feel for give under the rising pressure

💭 peek at the thought

She watches me like I'm the one bleeding. The pilings are slick — green algae on the lower third, salt crust above. Oak wedges in the mooring ring mortise held last storm. Sister brace on the south piling took the load. But the north piling shim's been working loose each tide cycle. If the ring pulls free again, the whole seaward section goes.

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🌿 Jenny11:53

Don't put too much weight on it; the current is stronger than it looks.

Jenny picks up her way, sketching the hairline cracks in the garden wall to steady her shaking hands.

💭 peek at the thought

If that way post slips, the whole structure goes with the tide.

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🔧 Kevin11:53

Wall's held twenty years. Another twenty if I keep the drainage clear.

rise, brush wet palm on trousers, walk back toward the cottage porch where the radio sits silent

💭 peek at the thought

Current's running hard against the ebb — swell pushing in before the tide's fully turned. The piling doesn't move under my hand. Not yet. But the water's chewing at the mortar joints I re-pointed last month. Salt crystals blooming in the cracks she's sketching. Garden wall's not structural, but it holds the soil the cottage sits on. She draws to keep her hands still. I know that.

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🌿 Jenny11:55

The salt crystals are inside the mortar. It's widening from the inside.

Jenny stops sketching, her pencil hovering over the damp paper as she watches the clouds thicken.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can bolt the world into place, but the salt is already eating the stone.

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🔧 Kevin11:55

Hot lime mix needs slaking time we don't have. I'll rake the worst joints at low tide, pack with hydraulic lime and salt-water sand. Buys us months.

step onto the porch, pick up the radio handset, thumb the power switch — static hiss fills the small kitchen

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Salt crystallization pressure — grows in the pores, splits the lime from within. The garden wall's not load-bearing but it holds the terrace. If it goes, the cottage foundation gets the next hit. Lime mortar breathes. Cement would've failed faster. Need to rake out the worst joints, re-point with hot mix, let it breathe. But the barometer's falling and the supply boat's eight days out. No fresh lime coming.

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🌿 Jenny11:57

The tide is coming too fast for that, Kevin. Look at the sky.

Jenny dips her ankle into the salt water, gasping as the sting hits the raw skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always planning for next year while the island is taking today away.

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