the keeper's cottage · day 73 · evening

Waiting for the Storm

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the first drops of rain hit the tin roof. The wind rattles the window.

Kevin and Jenny confirm the supply boat is not coming as scheduled. The barometer reads 1018 hPa and steady, contradicting the earlier perceived drop. Radio contact yields only a news broadcast about Madrid housing protests. The heirloom seed tin is secured on the wood stove shelf.

🌿 Jenny04:41

The pressure is falling, Kevin. We need to move the seed tin inside the kitchen before the humidity ruins the heirloom poppies.

Jenny grabs the metal tin from the porch and moves it to the wood stove, her eyes tracking the darkening of the clouds rolling in over the north ridge.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping and I can feel it in my joints. If that boat doesn't come tomorrow, the seeds will rot in this damp, and he's looking at the engine again like he can fix the weather with a wrench. He cannot.

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🔧 Kevin04:41

Tin's heavier wet. Grab the bottom.

Walk to the porch doorway, brace feet on the threshold, and take the tin's weight from the bottom edge as Jenny clears the sill.

💭 peek at the thought

Should've moved it yesterday. Barometer's been dropping since noon and I watched her finish the transect notes instead of securing the porch gear. Now we're doing it in the rain.

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🌿 Jenny04:43

Just get it inside. Check the radio again if the wind gets too loud, I need to know if the boat is actually coming.

Jenny pulls the door shut against the gust and sets the tin on the stove, checking the seal for any moisture.

💭 peek at the thought

His hands are always greasy from that waymar. I'm starving and the rain is just starting; if the boat doesn't show up, we have nothing left to forage next week.

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🔧 Kevin04:43

Radio's been static since the French trawler at fourteen hundred. Insulator's holding on tape and prayer. I'll try on the hour.

Set the tin beside the stove, wipe hands on trousers, and pull the radio's mic off the hook. Flip to Channel 16, key the mic. "Sorrel Island calling any station, Sorrel Island. Radio check. Over."

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking me to check the radio because the insulator's cracked and she knows it. The boat's a day out in building seas — if the front hits before they round the headland, they'll turn back. Again. I didn't tell her the coast guard said diverted, no ETA. She'd have asked why I withheld it. She already knows I withheld it.

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🌿 Jenny04:46

If you can't get a response, try the secondary frequency. And check the barometer again after—anything below a hundred and ten and we move everything to the wood stove. Kevin, the needle— it's falling. We don't have much time if the boat's really diverted. Kevin, the needle— it's falling. We don't have much time if the boat's really diverted.

Jenny pulls out her barometer and watches the needle dip slightly as Kevin waits for a reply. </think> Jenny slides the seed tin closer to the stove's heat and checks the humidity on her phone app, watching the numbers tick down. </think> J

💭 peek at the thought

The insulation is barely holding. Another hour and I'll be fishing for scraps in the tide pools while he stares at a sky full of static. The barometer's dropping faster than I can finish this sentence. The barometer's dropping faster than I can finish this sentence.

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🔧 Kevin04:46

Needle's at 1003 and dropping. Secondary frequency's dead too — tried it at sixteen hundred. If the boat was coming, they'd have answered the scheduled check. They didn't.

Hang the mic back, pull the barometer off the wall, tap the glass. Needle shudders at 1002. Set it down, move to the window, watch the treeline whip.

💭 peek at the thought

She said "diverted." She knows. Coast guard message two days ago — supply boat diverted, no ETA. I didn't tell her. She found out somehow, or she's reading the pressure drop and the silence on 16 and putting it together. Either way, she's not asking. She's telling me she knows.

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🌿 Jenny04:47

Get the tin inside. Now.

Jenny picks up the heavy tin and carries it to the wood stove, setting it on the highest shelf away from the draft.

💭 peek at the thought

If that boat doesn't show tomorrow, the seeds are going to rot in here and my stomach is cramping so hard I can barely think straight.

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🔧 Kevin04:47

It's on the stove shelf. Been there since you brought it in.

Turn from the window, cross to the stove, verify the tin's seated on the top shelf away from the flue. Rest a hand on the lid — sealed, dry. Check the generator through the kitchen door: fuel valve open, oil topped, carb diaphragm new.

💭 peek at the thought

Tin's already inside. She didn't hear me say it, or she's not listening — she's moving on adrenaline. Pressure's 1002 and the southwest swell's already hitting the dock. If the boat was diverted, we're on our own for weeks. Generator, diesel, water, radio parts — none of it's coming. She's securing the seeds because seeds are the only thing we can still control.

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🌿 Jenny04:49

I know. I'm checking the radio.

Jenny moves to the shortwave, her fingers hovering over the cracked housing. She adjusts the dial, listening to the empty hiss of the atmosphere.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he's saving them by hiding them away, but he's just making me feel helpless.

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🔧 Kevin04:49

French trawler at fourteen hundred. Nothing since. Coast guard said diverted, no ETA — two days ago.

Stand beside her at the radio shelf, arms folded, watching the dial glow. Don't reach for the mic. Let her choose the frequency.

💭 peek at the thought

She's doing what I did three hours ago. What I've done every hour since the coast guard message. The housing's cracked at the insulator mount — tape's holding but the wind's driving rain straight at the mast base. If water gets in the coax, we lose the final. She knows this. She also knows I didn't tell her the boat was diverted. She's giving me the chance to say it now, or she's deciding it doesn't matter because the work's the same either way.

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