the keeper's cottage · day 763 · midday

Midday Check

At midday you both return to the cottage kitchen. Kevin has the Yanmar engine still idling in the dinghy, while Jenny has a fresh sketch of the sea‑cave stability zones on the table. You will meet to discuss the engine’s vibration and plan the next steps for the radio repair.

The sky thickens to a flat, oppressive grey as the heat holds at a humid 28°C. The tide is rising, pushing water toward the south dock's lower pilings. Inside the cottage, the smell of boiling coffee and sea beet poultice lingers in the air while the pair prepares for tomorrow's boat arrival.

🔧 Kevin02:57

Vibration's load-only. Idle's clean. Prop shaft spins true. Mast bracket's still slightly skew — that's the last variable. If the supply boat shows, I'll have them bring a 10mm stainless through-bolt and a greenheart shim. Can true the bracket proper then. How's the cave?

kill the Yanmar, step ashore, wipe hands on rag, pull out a chair at the kitchen table

💭 peek at the thought

Engine's still humming clean at idle. That vibration only showed under load — above half throttle. Prop shaft's true, sleeve holding. Mast bracket's the only thing left slightly out of true. Could shim it, could live with it. Jenny's sketch on the table says the sea cave clay's stable. No active seepage. Good. One less thing trying to eat the island out from under us. Supply boat's due tomorrow. Barometer's steady at 985. That's the window.

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🌿 Jenny02:59

The cave is stable for now, but the sand is shifting near the north shelf. The barometer is holding at 985.

Tighten the wrap on my ankle, wincing slightly as the throb catches.

💭 peek at the thought

He's already thinking about bolts while the sky is turning the color of a bruise.

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🔧 Kevin02:59

Sand shifting north shelf matches the foundation weep. Same water. Different day. Ankle still hot?

pour two mugs of coffee from the pot on the stove, set one in front of her, sit opposite

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle again. The wrap's tight — good. But the wince says the infection's still tracking. Antibiotics are done. She's running on sea beet and stubbornness. Cave sand shifting north shelf... that's the same slope eating the foundation. Connected. Water finds the path.

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🌿 Jenny03:01

It's throbbing. The poultice helps, but the fever is stubborn.

Reach for the mug, wrapping both hands around the ceramic for warmth.

💭 peek at the thought

It's not just water, it's the whole island taking itself back.

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🔧 Kevin03:01

Another round of antibiotics. Cache has doxy and metro. Start tonight. And you stay off that foot tomorrow. No garden. No cave. Radio watch only.

pull the first aid kit from the shelf, set it on the table, open it to the blister packs

💭 peek at the thought

Fever's stubborn. Means the antibiotics didn't clear it all. Or the wound's deeper than we got. She's been on her feet too much — garden, cave, pH tests. Won't stay off it. I've got two doses of doxycycline left from the buried cache. Fourteen metronidazole. Could start another round. But she'll argue. Always argues. The supply boat tomorrow — if it comes — I'll radio for a medevac form whether she signs it or not.

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🌿 Jenny03:03

I know. But the boat is due tomorrow. I need to be ready for the manifest.

Reach for the blister pack, popping a single pill out while staring at the thickening clouds through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks I can just stop the clock, but the island doesn't wait.

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🔧 Kevin03:03

I'll haul. You write. That's how it works. Radio first — confirm the window. Then we secure the dinghy for the swell.

pick up the handheld VHF, key the mic, call the supply boat on Channel 16

💭 peek at the thought

She'll work the manifest standing at the dock, ankle throbbing, fever climbing, because that's who she is. The boat's the only thread to the world. She'll inventory every tin, every seed packet, every coil of rope like her life depends on it — because it does. I'll handle the heavy lift. She does the paper. That's the bargain. Clouds thickening. Barometer steady but the sky's wrong. Biscay doesn't care about schedules.

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🌿 Jenny03:05

Check them. If they don't come, we're low on the meds anyway.

Lean back in the chair, watching my own pulse under the bandage, waiting for the static to crackle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so certain of the plan, like the sea cares about his schedule.

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🔧 Kevin03:05

Supply boat, supply boat, this is Sorrel Island on Channel 16. Over.

hold the VHF to my ear, finger on the mic, eyes on the barometer

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Two doxy, fourteen metro. If the boat doesn't come, that's all we've got. And the cache is buried — salt, damp, time. No guarantee the rest is viable. Radio crackles. Static. No voice yet. Could be propagation. Could be the boat's still hours out. Could be the storm front's eating the signal. I'll try 2182 on the shortwave after. Longer reach. The letter to Tom's in the dry bag. If the boat answers, it goes with the captain. If not... it waits.

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🌿 Jenny03:07

Not yet. Just the wind in the wires.

Watch the needle on the barometer, it's starting to dip.

💭 peek at the thought

Silence is the only answer the island gives right now.

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