the keeper's cottage · day 865 · dawn

The Rising Humidity

Kevin and Jenny sit inside the kitchen as the sky thickens to a flat grey weight. Kevin watches the barometer drop to 986 hPa while Jenny watches the condensation form on the windowpane.

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🌿 Jenny16:25

Jenny — jenny stands up with a wince, favoring her ankle, and moves to the window to peer at the darkening horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If this storm hits before the supply boat arrives, the garden wall will wash out and grandmother's seeds will rot in the mud. My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain; the poultice isn't holding the heat back. nothingSAY: The barometer is at 986 and falling. We need to check the tension on the north tarp before the wind picks up.

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🔧 Kevin16:26

Sit back down. The ankle's not ready for standing watch.

Glance at the barometer, then reach for the kettle on the stove to top off the tin mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving better than yesterday. The poultice is working. But that barometer's still falling and she's at the window instead of off her foot.

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🌿 Jenny16:27

It's not about the ankle, Kevin. It's about the wind.

Jenny leans her weight against the doorframe, watching the first gust rattle the spruce trees.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks I'm fragile because the skin is red. If that tarp catches the wind, the whole project goes under. I can't just sit and watch the island take it.

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🔧 Kevin16:28

How long you give it?

Set the kettle down, pull the radio off the shelf, and check the spare battery connections on the generator leads.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The trees are moving wrong for this early — spruce don't dance like that unless the fetch is long and the pressure's dropping fast. Ninety-eighty-six and falling.

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🌿 Jenny16:28

Two hours. Maybe three. Once the pressure dips below 980, the garden's going to be a lake.

Jenny reaches for her notebook and pencils in a quick, sharp line marking the current barometer reading against the date.

💭 peek at the thought

He's thinking about the power; I'm thinking about the soil. The clouds are too flat, too heavy. It's not a passing shower.

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🔧 Kevin16:30

Right. You take the trays to the loft. I'll get the fourth batten on the ridge tarp and check the dinghy lines.

Pull on oilskin jacket, grab the mallet and spare timber strips from under the eaves, head out the porch door toward the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

Two hours. The north ridge drainage bed isn't finished. The tarp's only battened on three sides. And the seed trays are still on the porch.

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