the keeper's cottage · day 688 · evening

Evening meal prep

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the sun begins to set. The generator is cooling down in the shed.

Kevin and Jenny eat limpet broth in the cottage as the pressure continues to drop. They discuss the failing radio and the need to secure the heirloom seeds and equipment before the storm hits.

🔧 Kevin15:35

Generator's quiet. Tank's got twelve hours at this draw. You want the broth or the corned beef?

set a tin mug on the table and pull the pot of limpet broth off the stove

💭 peek at the thought

Generator's running sweet. Fuel draw's low. Twelve hours left if the desalination's the only pull. Should last through the night. Jenny's moving slower than this morning — ankle's talking to her.

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🌿 Jenny15:35

Broth. Please. I need to sit.

Jenny sits heavily at the table, rubbing her throbbing ankle while watching the steam rise from the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so hungry my hands are shaking, but that barometer is dropping too fast for me to worry about a meal.

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🔧 Kevin15:36

Here.

pour the hot broth into the mug and set it in front of her, then pull out the other chair and sit opposite

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it bad. The poultice held through the generator run but the swelling's back up. Should've made her stay off it entirely today.

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🌿 Jenny15:37

Thanks. Did you check the radio? The wiring is still a mess.

Jenny wraps both hands around the warm mug, seeking the heat, and stares at the way sky through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is falling—I can feel it in my joints. If that storm hits before the boat, the seeds are lost.

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🔧 Kevin15:38

Spare coax in the workshop. Unopened. Old cable's dead — shield's gone. Was going to swap it tomorrow before the supply boat window closes.

reach for the tin of corned beef, pry the lid with a knife, and fork a chunk into my own mug

💭 peek at the thought

She noticed the coax. Good eye. The old cable's shield continuity failed weeks back — coiled on the porch. Spare roll came on the supply boat, unopened in the workshop. Haven't pulled it yet. Barometer's holding steady at 1011 but the fall's slowed. Might buy us a day.

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🌿 Jenny15:41

Don't wait until own. The barometer is crashing. We need to move the seeds now.

Jenny takes a slow sip of the broth, her eyes tracking the dark clouds gathering over the south slope.

💭 peek at the thought

Tomorrow is too far away if the wind picks up. I need to get that tin to the cave right now.

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🔧 Kevin15:41

Barometer's not crashing. It's falling. Difference matters. Seeds are in the cave above the surge line — for now. Radio's the bottleneck: insulator's shattered, spare's ready, but I can't climb the mast and run the cave at the same time.

stand and walk to the porch, lift the barometer from its bracket, tap the glass, read the needle

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. 1011 to whatever it is now in the time we've been talking — that's not "slowed." That's dropping. The seed tin's wrapped in tarp on the upper ledge of the sea cave. Tide's falling but the swell's pushing in. If the pressure keeps falling like this, the surge'll reach the ledge by midnight. And the radio aerial insulator's still shattered — spare ceramic's filed and ready but not installed. Two jobs. One pair of hands.

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🌿 Jenny15:46

I'll climb the mast. You secure the cave. I'll climb the mast. You secure the cave.

Jenny sets the mug down carefully and stands, leaning on her cane as she moves toward the door. </think> Jenny sets the mug down carefully and stands, leaning on her cane as she moves toward the door.

💭 peek at the thought

He's still thinking about the radio instead of the slope. The air is heavy with coming rain. He's still thinking about the radio instead of the slope. The air is heavy with coming rain.

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🔧 Kevin15:47

You're not climbing the mast. Ankle won't hold. Wind's northeast — mast swings into the gusts. I'll do the radio. You take the cave — but only if the tide's still below the ledge. Check the water first.

set the corned beef down, wipe hands on trousers, and head for the radio shelf to grab the spare insulator and self-amalgamating tape

💭 peek at the thought

She's not climbing that mast. Ankle's black to the knee, she's leaning on a table leg to walk, and the mast's twelve meters of wet spruce in a rising wind. She knows it. I know it. She's trying to give me the cave run because it's lower risk — but the cave's got tide, swell, and a ledge that disappears at high water. Trade-off either way. The radio's the only voice off this rock. If the insulator fails completely, we're blind until the supply boat shows. Or doesn't.

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🌿 Jenny15:48

I'll check the tide and move the tin. Just... tell me when you're ready for help with the radio.

Jenny leans on her cane and nods, already reaching for her notebook to sketch the cave entrance measurements. </think> Jenny leans on her cane and nods, already reaching for her notebook to sketch the cave entrance measurements.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's already rising too high in that cave—I saw it yesterday. But if I don't move the seeds now, they're dead in the humidity.

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🔧 Kevin15:54

Radio first. Give me twenty minutes. If I'm not down by then, you stay put — don't come up the mast.

grab the ladder from the porch corner, the harness from the hook, and the spare insulator and tape from the shelf, then head outside toward the mast

💭 peek at the thought

She's not arguing. That's new. Or maybe it's not — maybe she's just too tired to fight the same fight twice in one day. The notebook's a good sign. Means she's thinking past the next hour. Cave entrance measurements, tide marks, ledge height — she'll have the data before I'm done on the mast. Radio first. Insulator's filed ceramic, ready. Self-amalgamating tape on the roll. Need the ladder, the harness, the wrench for the mast bolts. Wind's picking up. Can feel it through the porch boards.

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🌿 Jenny15:57

I'll be careful. The seeds can't wait for the radio if the storm hits the cottage first.

way picks up the heirloom seed tin, wraps it tightly in the plastic tarp, and begins the slow, painful trek toward the sea cave.

💭 peek at the thought

Twenty minutes is an eternity when the pressure is dropping this fast. My ankle is screaming with every shift.

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