the keeper's cottage · day 698 · evening

Evening preparations for the boat

The sun dips low over the ridge, and the trade wind cools slightly as you prepare for night.

Kevin and Jenny sat at the kitchen table with coffee and the heirloom seed tin between them. They reviewed the supply boat's confirmed arrival in three days at high tide and confirmed the ditch bag was ready. The wind shifted south-east as darkness fell.

🔧 Kevin05:14

Kevin — walk to the dock and check the mooring ring and stern spring tension one last time before dark

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's backing west. Good. Means the swell won't stack against the dock overnight. Three days until the boat — if she holds to the window. Need to check the mooring lines at first light, but tonight the cottage is tight, the tank's full, and Jenny's ankle has the poultice holding. Rare to have this many things right at once.

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🌿 Jenny05:15

The light's failing, Kevin. Come in before you trip.

wrap a fresh clean cloth around my ankle and pull the heirloom seed tin from the kitchen table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to work himself to death on that wood while the salt is already eating the heart.

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🔧 Kevin05:16

Coming. The lines are holding. Ring bolt's solid.

walk back up the path to the cottage porch, pause at the door to scan the water one last time, then step inside

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The path from the dock gets treacherous in low light with the tide coming in. And she's moving — wrapping her own ankle, handling the seed tin. Stubborn as ever, but she's moving.

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🌿 Jenny05:17

It's always solid until it isn't. Sit down.

sit at the kitchen table and open the tin of seeds, tracing the labels with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He says it's solid, but I saw the fraying on the hemp.

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🔧 Kevin05:18

Tin goes on the boat. You know that.

pull out the chair opposite her, sit, and reach for the kettle to put water on for coffee

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracing the labels like braille. Grandmother's beans. Sea beet. The pepper variety that took three seasons to stabilize. She's memorizing them again, or saying goodbye to them. The supply boat takes the tin north — trust protocol, genetic backup, insurance against this place washing away. She knows the schedule. She knows what leaving means.

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🌿 Jenny05:19

If the boat comes. Right now, they're just weight in a tin.

take a handful of the heirloom tomato seeds and hold them in my palm, checking them for moisture.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, these seeds are just dust in a jar.

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🔧 Kevin05:20

The boat comes. Captain acknowledged. Three days, high tide, two-hour window. We've got the ditch bag ready. Tin's sealed, dry, labeled. It goes.

watch her fingers move through the seeds, then reach for the tin mugs and pour the hot water over the coffee grounds

💭 peek at the thought

She's testing me, or testing the idea. Three days out, barometer steady, captain confirmed on 2182. The boat comes. It always comes — late, battered, short on supplies, but it comes. She's held those seeds through mold, rat, flood, and the week the roof leaked over the drying rack. She doesn't trust the boat. She trusts the seeds.

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🌿 Jenny05:21

The wind is shifting south-east again.

drop the seeds back into the tin and snap the lid shut with a sharp click.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks about the schedule like it's a law, but the sea doesn't about about calendars.

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