the keeper's cottage · day 690 · midday

The Morning Wake

Jenny wakes to the smell of coffee and the quiet sounds of the island as Kevin works at the dock.

Kevin finishes the structural reinforcements on the south dock, securing the final bolt as the tide begins to turn. Jenny rests in the cottage, managing the pain in her ankle while planning her trip to investigate the clay stability of the sea cave.

🌿 Jenny18:46

Is the boat coming early?

Sit up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle, and rub the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle feels like it's being squeezed by pliers, and I need to check that clay again before I lose my mind.

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🔧 Kevin18:49

No, she'll make it in four days if the weather holds.

Walk down to the dock and check the tide gauge.

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the supply boat because she's been counting the days, wondering if this is the one that brings answers.

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🌿 Jenny18:51

Four days is just enough for the wind to turn.

Swing my legs over the side of the bed and reach for the notebook on the nightstand.

💭 peek at the thought

Four days is a long time for a stomach to growl and even longer for these seeds to stay dry.

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🔧 Kevin18:51

Barometer's 1017 and rising. Northeast trades holding steady. If it drops below 990 in twenty-four hours, we batten early.

Pour two mugs of coffee from the kettle on the stove and carry one out to the porch, setting it on the table where she'll see it when she comes out.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Four days is exactly the window where a high can collapse and a front slides in unannounced. She's tracking it same as me.

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🌿 Jenny18:53

I'll check the cave clay again once the swelling dips.

Open the notebook to the sketch of the soil strata and sharpen my pencil.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the sky, while I'm looking at the dirt under our feet.

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🔧 Kevin18:57

Ankle first. Cave second. You go down there limping and the clay won't care about your notes.

Set the second mug on the porch table, then walk to the dock to finish driving the last through-bolt while the tide's still low enough to reach the sister brace.

💭 peek at the thought

She's planning to go back down that clay path on a bad ankle. The slope's grease already. One slip and she's in the water with no one to pull her out.

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🌿 Jenny18:59

I know what I'm doing.

Reach for the warm mug and take a sip while watching him work at the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, as always, but the soil chemistry doesn't wait for my inflammation to subside.

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🔧 Kevin18:59

Didn't say you didn't.

Turn back to the south piling, brace the 150mm through-bolt against the greenheart sister, and drive it home with the sledge — three solid strikes while the tide holds low.

💭 peek at the thought

She does know. That's not the point. The point is the clay doesn't care what she knows.

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🌿 Jenny19:01

Make sure it's flush.

Lean back against the stone wall and watch the steam rise from the coffee.

💭 peek at the thought

The sound of the hammer is the only thingKeeping the silence from getting heavy.

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🔧 Kevin19:01

It'll be flush.

Set the bolt head with a final strike, check it with the palm of my hand, then wipe the sledge face clean on my trousers before the salt rusts it.

💭 peek at the thought

Flush matters. Proud bolt catches line, catches net, catches a knee in the dark. She's watched me work enough to know the details.

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