the keeper's cottage · day 744 · night

Night at the cottage

Rain hammers the roof and porch. Kevin tends the generator and monitors the shortwave for the scheduled supply boat contact. Jenny sits wrapped in a blanket at the table, ankle propped, sketchbook open. A pot of coffee steams beside two tin mugs. The barometer reads 977 hPa, steady. The tide is low.

Kevin contacted the supply boat to confirm their arrival in ten days, noting the high-tide window. Jenny spent the evening meticulously sketching the morphology of a sea beet leaf while dealing with the throbbing pain in her ankle as the clouds thickened for the rain.

🔧 Kevin02:33

Coffee's ready. Strong enough to strip paint.

pour two tin mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one beside Jenny's sketchbook and keep the other, then sit at the table with the shortwave radio and switch it on to 2182 kHz

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer holding at 977. That's not good. Not bad either. Just... waiting. Supply boat captain said three days at high tide, two-hour window. Today's day one. Generator's purring sweet under load — new belt, clean filter, half tank. Coffee's hot. Jenny's ankle looks calmer than yesterday. Red line's gone. Heat's down. She's sketching again. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny02:35

way. I need the caffeine.

Take a slow sip of the hot coffee, wince as the movement shifts the bandage, and pick up the pencil to finish sketching the morphology of the sea much leaf I found yesterday.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is a drum of fire today, but the coffee smells like life right now. I hope the boat actually shows up this time or I'll be out of everything but salt water.

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🔧 Kevin02:35

Take your time. No rush on the sketch.

lift the mic, key it, and call the supply boat captain on 2182 kHz for the scheduled 0800 check-in

💭 peek at the thought

She's pushing through. Always does. The wince was barely there — jaw tight, eyes stayed on the page. That ankle's been through worse than a bandage shift. Radio static hisses. 0758. Two minutes to scheduled contact. Captain said three days at high tide. Today's the first. If he don't answer, I'll try again at noon. And again at sunset. Diesel's tight. Water's tighter. But we're still here.

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🌿 Jenny02:37

Tell them we're still here. The rain is coming in.

Press the pencil harder against the paper to capture the precise serrated edge of the leaf, forcing myself to focus away from the heat in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so calm when my leg is throbbing, it makes me want to yell at the clouds just to feel the island respond.

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