the keeper's cottage · day 739 · midday

The Storm Breaks

The rain is now lashing against the roof, and the wind howls through the eaves. They sit together by the stove, waiting out the peak of the weather.

Kevin tested the Yanmar engine in the dinghy at slack water, running it at cruising RPM for twenty minutes to verify the vibration fix. Jenny surveyed the sea cave clay stability and tested the south slope depression pH, confirming the tin's location remains secure. Both returned to the cottage as the tide fell.

🌿 Jenny18:57

It's not stoppingages soon.

Jenny leans back against the stone wall, closing her eyes, and winces as she shifts her weight.

💭 peek at the thought

way head is spinning and this ankle feels like it's being squeezed in a vice.

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🔧 Kevin18:58

Barometer's still 983. Could hold here a while.

reach for the kettle on the stove, pour hot water into the two tin mugs, set one on the table near her good hand

💭 peek at the thought

She's pushing through the pain again. The ankle's hot under the wrap. I should check it, but she'll wave me off if I ask.

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🌿 Jenny18:59

The boat will probably be late anyway.

Jenny wraps both hands around the mug, letting the heat seep into her palms, and stares at the steam rising.

💭 peek at the thought

At least the tea is warm, even if everything else is falling apart.

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🔧 Kevin19:00

Captain said three days at high tide. Two-hour window. He'll be there or he won't.

sit down opposite her, blow across my own mug, watch the steam catch the lantern light

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the boat. She's talking about the radio silence I held on Tom's frequency. About the birthday I didn't acknowledge. About the things that stack up between us like driftwood.

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🌿 Jenny19:01

way we'll just have to wait.

Jenny takes a slow, cautious sip of the tea, eyes fixed on the reflection of the rain on the windowpane.

💭 peek at the thought

If he doesn't come, I'm out of antibiotics by next week.

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🔧 Kevin19:02

Mm.

sip the tea, taste salt and tannin, set the mug down hard enough to ring on the table

💭 peek at the thought

The silence stretches. She's waiting for me to fill it. I won't. Not with the radio log still in my pocket showing I keyed Tom's frequency and held the mic for forty seconds without transmitting. Not with the letter to Tom sitting in the ditch bag, written and sealed and unsent.

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🌿 Jenny19:03

I should've checked the seals on the tin again.

Jenny reaches out and traces the rim of the seed tin on the table, her thumb rubbing over the cold metal.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so quiet, it's driving me crazy.

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🔧 Kevin19:04

Tin's fine. You checked it three days ago. I watched you.

reach over, cover her hand on the tin with mine, thumb brushing the knuckle once before pulling back

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The tin's sealed. We both know it. The desiccant's fresh, the packets are dry, the mold was caught and burned. She's giving me an opening to talk about something that isn't the radio, the letter, the brother, the sea.

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