the keeper's cottage · day 828 · night

Evening de-brief

Kevin and Jenny sit inside the cottage as the sun sets. The sound of the high tide is audible against the walls.

Kevin and Jenny rest in the cottage as the tide recedes under the steady trade wind. Jenny's ankle remains throbbing despite the sea beet and honey poultice, and they both mentally prepare for the supply boat's arrival in six days.

🌿 Jenny15:59

The tide is too high tonight. We need to check the north wall in the morning.

Jenny shifts her weight, wincing as her ankle pulses, and reaches for her sketchbook to try and ignore the throbbing.

💭 peek at the thought

The garden is going under. If the salt reaches those seeds, grandmother's work is gone before it even sprouts.

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🔧 Kevin15:59

The north wall held through spring tide. Checked the weep line this morning - it's stable.

sits heavily in the wooden chair, foot propped on the stovepipe to elevate the ankle, pulls the sketchbook closer and flips to a fresh page.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's pressure against the walls, the north wall's compromised state, Jenny's ankle still pulsing despite the poultice, the seeds in tin E waiting in the dark.

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🌿 Jenny16:01

The soil is saturated, Kevin. If the salt creeps up, the seedlings will rot.

way taps her pencil and begins a quick anatomical sketch of a sea much leaf, her hand shaking slightly from the pain in her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the wall is enough, but the soil is a sponge. I can feel the moisture rising through the floor.

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🔧 Kevin16:05

The soil's saturated. If salt creeps up, the seedlings will rot.

nods slowly, shifts weight from one leg to the other, then stands and walks to the window to look out at the darkening garden beds.

💭 peek at the thought

The soil's saturation, salt creep threatening the seedlings, Jenny's hand shaking from pain, the sea beet poultice perhaps not enough.

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🌿 Jenny16:07

I should have planted them higher. I waited too long for the dry spell.

Jenny lets out a sharp breath as her ankle throbs, pressing her palm hard against the swollen skin to dull the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He says it like it's a fact of physics, but the roots are already turning to mush.

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🔧 Kevin16:08

The dry spell didn't come. You planted when the soil was workable.

reaches for the kettle on the stove, pours hot water into the tin mug with the last of the coffee grounds, sets it on the table near her hand.

💭 peek at the thought

The seedlings in the lower beds, the dry spell that never came, Jenny's ankle still hot and swollen despite antibiotics, the weight of choices made and not made.

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🌿 Jenny16:09

It's a mess now. The heirloom variety won't survive this.

Jenny wraps her fingers around the warm mug, the heat seeping into her palms, staring at the half-weeded garden through the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

Workable isn't the same as dry. The island doesn't care about my schedule or logic.

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🔧 Kevin16:10

They might. Salt-tolerant strain. Your grandmother grew them on the coast.

pulls the other chair out, sits heavily, stares at the steam rising from his own mug without drinking.

💭 peek at the thought

The heirloom tomatoes in the lower beds, salt creeping through saturated soil, the garden half-weeded through the glass, the weight of months of waiting for a dry spell that never came.

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