Apart — Kevin at the keeper's cottage, Jenny at the hilltop

Midday check-in and garden wall inspection

Kevin is at the cottage with the shortwave, waiting for the 1800 check-in; Jenny is on the hilltop with the heirloom seeds planted, radio in hand.

Kevin stands by the radio in the cottage, listening to the static of a failed connection with the supply boat. Jenny begins the slow descent from the hilltop, clutching the heirloom seed tin to her chest as her ankle throbs with every step. The midday heat is heavy, and the onshore breeze carries the salt of the sea.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the keeper's cottage

You sit at the porch table with the shortwave warmed up, the mic clipped to the stand. The barometer reads 1022 hPa and falling. You key the mic on channel sixteen and call Jenny's call sign, listening for her reply.

🔧 Kevin08:54

Sorrel Base, Sorrel Base, this is Sorrel Keeper on Channel Sixteen. Over.

key the mic on the shortwave, hold it clipped, wait for the squelch to break

💭 peek at the thought

She's at the hilltop with the VHF. Might hear me if the set's on. If not, the coastguard picks up sixteen.

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🔧 Kevin08:58

Kevin — unclip the mic, set it back on the hook, reach for the notebook and pencil to log the failed check-in

💭 peek at the thought

Nothing. Static and a distant Spanish trawler working Channel 10. She's either not monitoring or the VHF's dead. Barometer's still sliding — 1020 now. Swell'll be building on the south face.

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🔧 Kevin09:02

Kevin — write the radio log entry — date, time, barometer, failed contact — then set the pencil down and stand, stretching the stiffness from the porch step

💭 peek at the thought

Log it. 1020 hPa, falling. No contact on sixteen. She's up there with the heirloom tin and the transect data — might not have the handheld on her. Or the battery's finally gone. Either way, the trench is holding, the wall crack hasn't moved, and the generator's got six days of fuel. That's what matters.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the hilltop

You crouch beside the last planted row on the ridge, the seed tin latched and the radio volume turned up. The wind gusts through the grass, carrying salt spray. You press the transmit button and answer Kevin's call, voice steady.

🌿 Jenny08:53

I hear you, Kevin. I'm at the summit. The weather's turning fast—I'm coming down now.

Pack the heirloom seed tin into the bag, stand with a wince, and begin the descent to the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

The clouds are moving faster than I thought; I need to get these seeds under the surface before the soil turns to mush.

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🌿 Jenny08:57

I'm almost at the door. Put the kettle on.

Step through the way door, drop the heavy pack on the table, and sit down to elevate my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing with every step, but the seeds are safe for now.

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🌿 Jenny09:01

It's going to be hard tonight. Did you see the way drop?

Unlace my boot slowly, reaching for the first aid kit and the antiseptic cream.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is picking up; I need to check the latches on the garden shed.

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