the keeper's cottage · day 862 · midday

The storm intensifies

The wind picks up from the west, and the rain begins to hammer against the eaves.

Kevin returns from the dock with the heavy wheelbarrow, the wheels sinking into the soft, rain-slicked mud. Jenny remains inside, clutching the heirloom seed tin to her chest as she watches the rain blur the glass, the barometer needle dipping steadily.

🔧 Kevin13:37

Radio check on 2182. Then I'm down to the dock before the tide turns proper.

walk to the shortwave radio, key the mic, and call the supply boat on 2182 kHz

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's backed west and the barometer's still falling. That swell lag Jenny noted — lines'll take load after the pressure turns. Dock won't wait for us.

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🌿 Jenny13:41

The pressure is crashing, Kevin. The dock will be slick as glass in an hour.

sit on the kitchen chair, lift my swollen own onto a stool, and artwork at the rusted seed tin on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to get soaked in that rain, and the barometer is dropping too fast for dock work.

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🔧 Kevin13:42

Tin's not going anywhere. Dock planks are.

grab the wheelbarrow staged under the eaves — greenheart plates, 150mm through-bolt, torque wrench, 19mm socket — and head for the porch door

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Pressure dropping this fast with wind west — the surge'll hit the pilings before the tide peaks. Tin can wait. Dock can't.

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🌿 Jenny13:44

Kevin, the barometer's at 983 and falling — we need to secure everything now, not after the tide turns.

stand and walk to the stove, feeling for the small packet of seeds I kept hidden in my vest pocket, my fingers trembling.

💭 peek at the thought

The through-bolts are all used up, and I'm watching him haul heavy metal into salt spray while my infection burns.

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🔧 Kevin13:44

Wheelbarrow's loaded. Generator lashings are ratcheted. Dinghy's double-sprung. What else?

pause at the door, scanning the porch for anything unsecured — spare battens, the lead flashing, silicone tubes, the oil filter on the table

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. 983 and falling fast — we've got maybe ninety minutes before the surge hits the stringer. Everything loose becomes a projectile.

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🌿 Jenny13:45

The seeds on the table. And just... just go before the wind shifts for real.

grab the grandmother's seed tin from the table, clutching it tight against my chest, and watch the rain blur the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the wood, he doesn't see the island just waiting to take what's left.

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🔧 Kevin13:46

Back before full flood.

step out onto the porch, wheelbarrow handles cold in my grip, and push down the path toward the dock against the building wind

💭 peek at the thought

She's sending me out and holding the tin like it's the last thing that matters. Both true.

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🌿 Jenny13:47

Be careful! The planks are slick!

sink down in the kitchen chair, the seed tin heavy on my lap, and watch the barometer needle drop again.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going out there in that, and I'm just sitting here with a tin of ghosts and a rotting leg.

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