the keeper's cottage · day 817 · afternoon

The afternoon heat

The sun begins its slow descent, casting long shadows across the dry garden as you meet to prepare for the evening meal.

Kevin rests his swollen ankle while the heat lingers, watching the barometer drop despite the clear sky. Jenny manages her infection with a poultice and prepares the cottage for the supply boat's arrival in a week.

🌿 Jenny02:33

The water level is fine for now, but we need to be careful with the rations.

Lean heavily on the porch railing, lifting my swollen ankle onto a crate to relieve the pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

My head is throbbing in time with my ankle, and I can smell the salt and rot.

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🔧 Kevin02:33

Water's stable, food's fine. We've got this.

Check the rain water level in the tank, then head to the kitchen to start the evening meal

💭 peek at the thought

Another day, another small victory. The ankle's better but still swollen - need to keep an eye on it. Rations are holding, but I can feel the mental weight of the coming weeks.

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🌿 Jenny02:35

I hope the boat doesn't run late again this time.

Limp slowly toward the kitchen doorway, wincing as the movement rubs against the bandage.

💭 peek at the thought

He makes it sound so easy when he's not the one feeling the infection eating the skin.

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🔧 Kevin02:35

It's confirmed. Three days at high tide with a two-hour window. Captain's voice came through clear on the shortwave.

Check the shortwave radio antenna connection, then prepare the emergency supplies and rations for the approaching boat

💭 peek at the thought

Three days out. That's what we agreed. But I know how easily these things can slip. Need to make sure everything's ready when they come.

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🌿 Jenny02:37

I'll make sure the medevac forms are ready, just in case.

Sit heavily at the kitchen table, rubbing my temple with my hand as I try to ignore the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

Three days is barely enough if the fever doesn't break or if the sea gets rough.

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🔧 Kevin02:37

They're in the ditch bag by the loft ladder. Already signed.

Light the wood stove and set a pot of water to boil for the limpets and any remaining corned beef

💭 peek at the thought

She's pushing through the pain. The ankle's healing but it's taking its toll. Medevac forms are staged in the ditch bag - she knows that. She's doing it to feel useful.

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🌿 Jenny02:39

Check the radio log again tonight.

Reach into my pocket and feel the cold metal of the seed tin, tracing the edge with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so prepared for the exit, while I'm just trying to survive the stay.

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🔧 Kevin02:39

It's clean. Boat's coming, Tom's frequency is clear. I'll log the final check before dark.

Pull out the radio notebook and make a final entry recording the day's reception quality and confirming the supply boat's scheduled arrival window

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking if I'm being thorough. The log shows the supply boat is confirmed - three days at high tide, two-hour window. But I know her way of measuring reliability.

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🌿 Jenny02:41

I'm going to try and lie down before the way gets worse.

Lean against the whitewashed stone wall, catching my breath as I move toward the bedroom.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is a physical weight today, and my ankle is pulsing with every heartbeat.

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🔧 Kevin02:41

Rest that leg. I'll check on you in a bit.

Head to the bedroom doorway and pause to check if she needs anything before fully leaving for the kitchen

💭 peek at the thought

She's paying the price for pushing through. The ankle's taking a turn for the worse despite everything we've done. Need to keep an eye on it.

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🌿 Jenny02:43

Just a few minutes of quiet.

Sit on the edge of the bed, propping my ankle up on a pillow and trying to dull the throb.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't see how much I'm shaking. The fever is winning today.

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🔧 Kevin02:43

Stay put. I'll check on the stove in a moment.

Remain in the bedroom, keeping my ankle elevated on the pillow while listening for any radio chatter.

💭 peek at the thought

Quiet is a luxury here – a brief pause before the night’s work. The ankle’s throbbing, but the pillow helps.

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