the keeper's cottage · day 811 · night

Morning rain and the supply boat horizon

Rain still falling at first light. The barometer reads 1014 hPa and dropping. Kevin wakes to the sound of surf on the south beach — heavier than yesterday. Jenny is already awake, sitting up on her pallet, ankle elevated on a pack. The radio crackles once on 2182: a faint voice, maybe Mendez, maybe static. The supply boat is due in three days at high tide. The trench holds. The garden wall waits.

The air is heavy and still, the 28°C heat clinging to the cottage as the overcast sky thickens. The tide is out low, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the distant sandbar. Inside, the hum of the radio is the only sound as Kevin waits for a signal, while Jenny battles the persistent throbbing in her swollen ankle.

🔧 Kevin14:03

Radio's alive. Might be Mendez. You need water?

sit up, pull on boots, grab headlamp and 19mm wrench, walk to radio shelf

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer dropping four millibars overnight. Surf heavier. Mendez might not make the window. Trench holding is the only good news. Need to finish sheet-piling before the ground turns to soup.

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🌿 Jenny14:05

I'm okay. Check the frequency.

Reach for the seed tin on the floor, fingers tracing the rusted lid.

💭 peek at the thought

If it's the boat, I need more antibiotics. This ankle feels like it's melting.

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🔧 Kevin14:05

Kevin — pick up handset, switch to 2182, key mic — "Sorrel Island, Sorrel Island, this is Keeper Kevin, over"

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracing the Tom letter tin. Again. Ankle's elevated, color's decent, no fever flush. Good. Radio first.

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🌿 Jenny14:07

(Quiet)

Lean back against the stone wall, watching the radio's signal light.

💭 peek at the thought

Please let it be the boat. I can't do another week of this fever.

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🔧 Kevin14:07

Nothing but static. He's either late or the band's dead. Three days to high tide window.

set handset back, clip mic, walk to porch door, pull it open, scan south beach surf line

💭 peek at the thought

Static only. Either he's not there yet or the skip's eating him. Barometer still dropping. If he comes, it'll be high tide in three days — if the weather holds. If not, the letter sits another cycle.

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🌿 Jenny14:09

I'll try it again at noon.

Reach for the poultice, wincing as I touch the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

Three days. If the boat doesn't come, the infection will win.

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🔧 Kevin14:09

Change it now. I'll bring the sea beet and mint.

turn back into kitchen, pull sea beet leaves and mint sprigs from shelf, grab clean gauze from med kit, walk to her pallet, kneel

💭 peek at the thought

Noon's better propagation anyway. She's managing the pain — wince but no cry. Poultice needs changing. Trench first while ground's still firm enough to drive piles.

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