the keeper's cottage · day 787 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

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

🔧 Kevin08:10

Kevin — walk inside the cottage, strip off the oilskins, hang them by the stove. Check the shortwave — aerial lead still sealed at the wall penetration. Pour coffee from the kettle into a tin mug.

💭 peek at the thought

Rain hammers the roof. The porch is slick. Jenny's inside, ankle propped. The barometer's still falling — 988 now, maybe lower. Supply boat's three days out if the captain wasn't lying. North piling brace is half-done; the tide's coming back in six hours. I need to finish the sister plates before the water covers the work face. And the radio check-in at 1200 — if the aerial holds.

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🌿 Jenny08:11

The way is dropping too fast. It's going to be a bad night.

Sit at the kitchen table, wrap hands around the hot mug, and watch the rain lashes the window.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain is going to ruin the sketches before the boat even gets here. My ankle is throbbing in time with the wind.

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🔧 Kevin08:12

Barometer agrees. Southwest fetch, long period. Gonna sit on us till morning at least.

Set my mug down. Pull the notebook off the shelf — the one with the dock sketches. Flip to the north piling page, check the bolt torque notes.

💭 peek at the thought

She's read the barometer same as me. 988 and dropping. Wind's backing southwest — felt it shift on the dock. This isn't a blow-through. It's a sit-on-top. The north piling brace has four hours before the tide swallows the work face. Generator's got half a tank. Lines are doubled. Crate's wedged. Jenny's ankle won't take the dock in this.

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🌿 Jenny08:13

way we stay inside. The south slope isn't going anywhere in twelve hours.

Reach for my pencil and open to a blank page in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wind stays this high, I can't get to the cave tomorrow. The clay will just be soup anyway.

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🔧 Kevin08:14

Dock doesn't wait for slopes. Four hours till high water covers the work face. Through-bolt's staged. Plates are cut.

Sit opposite her at the table. Don't reach for the pencil. Watch her sketch — sea beet glands, probably. Or the cave strata. Her hand's steady.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the slope. Clay holds twelve hours in this rain — the intercept trench bought us that much. But the north piling... the sister plates are staged, the through-bolt's ready. If I don't drive it home before high water, the next spring tide works the joint loose. She's not wrong to keep me here. She's not wrong about the slope. But the dock doesn't care about right.

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🌿 Jenny08:15

I can't climb the ridge in this, Kevin. Not with this ankle.

Put the pencil down and rub the edge of the bandage, wincing.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the clock, I'm looking at the rot. My knee feels like a hot iron.

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🔧 Kevin08:16

You're not climbing. Ridge keeps.

Reach across the table, brush the back of her hand with two fingers — light, gone quick. Stand. Go to the radio shelf. Key the mic. "Cape Radio, Sorrel Island. 1200 check-in. Barometer 988 falling, southwest force six increasing.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not asking me to go. She's telling me what she can't do. The ridge transect, the Carex count, the shade cloth anchors — she'd mapped all of it in her head for today. The ankle's hot under the wrap. Red line hasn't moved since 0300 but the swelling's up. Antibiotics are working. Mostly. She'd crawl the ridge on her good knee if I let her.

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🌿 Jenny08:17

Jenny — lean back in the chair, listening to the wind hiss against the stone.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can manage the island with a schedule. The rain is already winning. continuedSAY: The radio'll just give us static anyway.

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🔧 Kevin08:19

(low) The plates are next. No time for mischief.

Walk out to the dock. Pull the greenheart sister plates from the storage. Test the 150mm stainless through‑bolt with the wrench. If torque is fine, press the plates in and tighten the bolts.

💭 peek at the thought

I have to finish the plates before the tide covers the work face. The radio's still a dream with the aerial, but the dock is the first failure point. The storm's coming.

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