the keeper's cottage · day 812 · afternoon

Radio contact and ankle care

Kevin stands on the porch with the VHF raised to his mouth, calling the supply boat on channel 16. Jenny limps up the path from the tide pools, bucket in hand, the rising tide hissing behind her on the rocks.

The tide is high, pushing hard against the rocks below the garden. Kevin and Jenny have shared a meal of mackerel, the heat of the dry season lingering in the stone cottage. The supply boat is two days away, and the focus remains on Jenny's infection and the island's maintenance.

🌿 Jenny14:45

The tide's coming, Kevin. I have enough food for dinner.

Set the bucket on the porch table with a heavy thud and wince as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's still talking. Like the boat is going to manifest through the static like magic.

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🔧 Kevin14:45

Mendez. Sorrel Island. Channel 16. Over.

Hold the VHF to my mouth, finger on the transmit button, eyes on the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left leg hard. The bucket sounds full — limpets, maybe a few crabs. Good. Radio first, then food, then the ankle. Mendez said four days minimum. We'll stretch what we have.

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🌿 Jenny14:47

Sorrel Island. We're here for two days. Over.

Lean against the whitewashed stone of the cottage, rubbing the throbbing in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He sounds so sure, like the radio isn't just spitting out salt air and ghosts.

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🔧 Kevin14:47

Kevin — keep the VHF raised, finger off the transmit button now. Watch the water. The tide's pushing hard against the rocks below the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

She's stepping on my transmission. Let her talk — she's got the official call sign. I'll listen for Mendez's reply.

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🌿 Jenny14:49

Jenny — pull the grandmother's seed tin from my pocket, tracing the rusted edge with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

Silence. Just the wind and the ocean. It's always the ocean.

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🔧 Kevin14:49

Kevin — lower the VHF, pocket it, and move inside where the wood stove might be warming up. Check the battery charge.

💭 peek at the thought

She's saying nothing, but she's here. The seed tin's warm from her hand. Good. Keep talking to the radio.

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🌿 Jenny14:51

Jenny — sit on the kitchen chair and look at the half-eaten mackerel, my stomach growling.

💭 peek at the thought

Two days. If the boat doesn't show, I'm eating limpets again.

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🔧 Kevin14:51

Eat.

Walk to the stove, lift the lid, check the mackerel. Spoon a portion into the second tin mug. Set it on the table in front of her. Take the other mug for myself.

💭 peek at the thought

She's quiet. The mackerel's cold in the pot. My gut's tight. Radio silent. Tide's still rising. Let her eat first — she needs the calories more with the infection burning through her.

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🌿 Jenny14:53

Thanks.

Pick up the fork and take a small bite, my hand shaking slightly.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so hungry I can barely hold the fork right now.

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🔧 Kevin14:53

Slow. Chew it.

Sit opposite her at the table. Eat my own portion. Watch her hands.

💭 peek at the thought

The shake. Not cold. Not just hunger. The fever's still in her. Antibiotics are four days out at best. She needs the metronidazole finished and the doxycycline kept down. Food first. Then the ankle. Then the radio schedule.

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