the keeper's cottage · day 717 · morning

Mid-morning at the cottage porch

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch with tin mugs of limpet broth. The wind gusts northeasterly, rattling the repaired shutter. A tangle of driftwood and flotsam is visible on the beach below the garden wall. The barometer reads 992 hPa and rising. The supply boat is due in 7 days.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny13:37

The pressure is dropping again. We need to check the tank levels.

Sketch the cloud formation over the north ridge in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is holding, but the throbbing is deep. If the boat doesn't come in ten days, I'll be out of antibiotics anyway.

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🔧 Kevin13:41

Barometer's rising. 992 and climbing. Northeast wind's just pushing spray." I nod at the mug. "Drink the broth. Salt'll help the ankle.

Check the rain tank gauge on the back wall, then top off the kettle from the tank tap.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tank — but the barometer's rising, not dropping. 992 and climbing. She's reading the clouds, not the gauge. Wind's northeast, cold for this time of year. Supply boat's a week out. If the weather turns, we lose the landing window.

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🌿 Jenny13:42

The soil is too acidic for the tomatoes anyway. Not today.

Trace the boundary of the infection with a pen on my skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The tank is full, but my stomach is empty. I can't focus on the pH levels with this leg screaming.

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🔧 Kevin13:43

The line moved." I set my mug down. "Past the poultice margin. We're debriding today. Proper. Saline, scalpel, fresh sea beet. Then the doxycyclin.

Fetch the first aid kit, the saline bottle, and the sterilized scalpel from the kitchen shelf. Lay them on the porch table beside her.

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The tomatoes, the soil — anything but the red line climbing her calf. The pen marks the edge of the infection. It's past where the poultice reached yesterday. Lymphangitis doesn't wait for garden pH.

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🌿 Jenny13:53

I see it. Just... get the water warm.

Unlace the ankle brace and flinch as the debridement begins.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right. The red is climbing. If I don't cut it out now, I won't walk the north ridge again.

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🔧 Kevin13:53

Water's heating." I pour the steaming kettle into the basin, mix in salt from the tin until it tastes like the sea. "Hold the mug. Both hands. Breathe.

Irrigate the wound slow and thorough with the saline syringe, washing out the old poultice and slough. Then debride the necrotic tissue with the scalpel — careful, precise, down to bleeding margins.

💭 peek at the thought

She's brave. Braver than me. The flinch is the only sound she makes. The wound's angry — blackened edges, yellow slough, the red line marching toward her knee. I've seen this kill men on ships with full medical stores. We have sea beet, four doxycyclin tablets, and a week until the boat.

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