the keeper's cottage · day 684 · night

The Arrival of the Rain

The first drops of the heavy season hit the dust, and the wind picks up, carrying the scent of the sea.

Kevin and Jenny ascended the north ridge to inspect the soil stability before the coming rains. Jenny managed to reach the upper edge while checking for soft patches, while Kevin worked on securing the damaged section of the radio's aerial insulator.

🔧 Kevin09:23

(to myself) "Alright, Kevin, you've got a crack in that aerial. You can patch it enough to get a few words out. I don't have time to wait for a full clear."

make <tool> repair: adjust the shortwave aerial insulator, fit a spare ceramic insulator from the supply boat, and retighten the coax clamp to restore minimal transmission.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's tightening, the radio's dead—if I can't get a line, the supply boat might lose the shore and so does my chance to put the letter to Tom in that dry bag. But it's night, the barometer's steady, and Jenny's ankle still hurts. I need to decide: call now with a static signal, or wait for clear weather and risk being out of time.

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🌿 Jenny09:25

Kevin, grab the tin. We're moving to the high ground, now.

Jenny grabs the heirloom seed tin and begins the ascent toward the north ridge, favoring her ankle with every step.

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge is too unstable; if I don't move those seeds now, grandmother's legacy will be buried in a landslide.

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🔧 Kevin09:25

Right behind you.

grab the spare coax roll and the dry bag with the medevac forms and Tom's letter, then follow Jenny up the ridge path toward the north cliffs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not waiting for permission, and the rain's turning the path slick. The seed tin goes to high ground, the radio gets left behind — but if the cottage floods, the transmitter's useless anyway. I move.

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🌿 Jenny09:27

Watch your step, Kevin! The ground is soft back here.

Jenny stops at the edge of the ridge, kneeling to probe the earth with her fingers, checking for stability before she allows to dig.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving too fast; he doesn't see the way the soil is slumping near the scree.

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