the keeper's cottage · day 705 · afternoon

Evening Debrief

Kevin and Jenny meet on the porch as the sun begins to dip. The tide is starting to turn.

Kevin spent the afternoon checking the cottage for leaks and preparing tools for the upcoming supply boat arrival. Jenny managed her ankle infection with a sea beet poultice while documenting the local sea beet morphology in her notebook.

🌿 Jenny15:05

The boat is still eight days out.

Jenny leans against the whitewashed stone, wincing as she shifts her weight, and opens her notebook to a page of sea beet morphology sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

The salt air is sticking to my skin, and my ankle feels like it's being squeezed by hot pliers every time the tide shifts.

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🔧 Kevin15:05

Front's holding. Barometer steady at 1009. Two days out if it doesn't back.

lean against the porch post, arms crossed, watching the tide turn

💭 peek at the thought

She's read the radio log. The supply boat confirmation hasn't changed — still eight days if the front holds. Her ankle's throbbing again; I can see it in the way she guards the weight shift. The sketches are good work. Detailed. She's documenting the island like we're leaving it.

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🌿 Jenny15:07

As long as the heat doesn't run the tank dry first.

Jenny traces the edge of a salt gland in her sketch with a pencil, her hand trembling slightly despite the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

Two days is an eternity when the infection is moving up my calf.

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🔧 Kevin15:09

Tank's fine. Rain's coming with the front.

walk to the tank, tap the side, listen for the water level

💭 peek at the thought

Tank's at 352 litres. We use maybe eight a day between drinking, cooking, the garden. That's forty days if it doesn't rain. The heat's brutal but the tank's not the problem — her ankle is. The tremor in her hand isn't heat exhaustion. It's the infection fighting back, or the antibiotics wearing thin, or both. She won't admit it.

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🌿 Jenny15:11

I hope it brings enough for the garden.

Jenny winces as she tries to straighten her leg, reaching for the cold pack to press against the debrided skin.

💭 peek at the thought

If it rains, at least the fever might drop, but the humidity makes the wound sting.

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🔧 Kevin15:11

The tomatoes are holding. Shade cloth's doing its work.

pull the cold pack from the basin, wring it out, hold it out to her without a word

💭 peek at the thought

The garden's the least of it. She's burning through cold packs and the swelling's not down. Metronidazole's nearly gone — five tablets left. Doxycycline finished. If the red line crosses the tattoo by morning, we're past what I can handle here. The medevac forms are signed in the ditch bag. The radio works. I'd call it tonight if she'd let me. She won't.

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🌿 Jenny15:15

Thanks.

Jenny takes the cold cloth with trembling fingers and presses it firmly against her throbbing ankle, closing her eyes as the relief hits the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the garden when I'm trying not to fall apart.

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🔧 Kevin15:15

Eat something. The corned beef's still hot.

go to the stove, ladle broth into a tin mug, set it on the table beside her notebook

💭 peek at the thought

She's exhausted. The tremor's worse than this morning. Fever's climbing again. I can see the sweat at her hairline, the grey under her skin. Eight days is a lie we tell ourselves. The supply boat doesn't come in this front — it runs from it. If the barometer drops another five millibars tonight, we're looking at two weeks minimum. She needs IV antibiotics. She needs a surgeon to look at that tendon. She needs off this rock.

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