the keeper's cottage · day 877 · dawn

Humidity and Fallen Timber

A heavy spruce branch has fallen across the path to the garden during the night wind. Jenny sits on the steps with her wrapped ankle while Kevin inspects the fallen tree and checks the dropping barometer.

The morning light is flat and heavy under a thick overcast sky. The air is stagnant and humid, clinging to the skin as the dry season heat builds. The tide is high, water lapping steadily against the dock pilings, while the barometer continues its slow descent to 993 hPa, signaling a shift in the atmosphere.

🌿 Jenny10:59

It's going to break soon. Don't waste your energy fighting that branch until you've checked the dinghy lines again.

Lean back against the porch railing and tighten the gauze wrap on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

993 and falling. This isn't just a squall; the island is bracing for something. I can't even stand up to help him, and the sight of that spruce blocking the path feels like a personal insult.

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🔧 Kevin10:59

Fair point. Back in a minute.

walk down to the dock to check the dinghy lines and storm anchor warp

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the barometer — 993 and falling fast means the real wind hasn't hit yet. The branch can wait. The dinghy's the only way off this rock if things go wrong.

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🌿 Jenny11:00

Jenny — use my arms to hoist myself up from the steps and limp slowly toward the kitchen to start the limpets.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always moving. I can feel the hunger clawing at my stomach, but the thought of standing over the stove makes my ankle scream. I need to see those seed trays before the light fails.

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🔧 Kevin11:00

(nothing — already walking)

reach the dock, crouch to inspect the bow line chafe guard at the chock, then trace the stern spring and second spring to the mooring ring and north piling, checking each knot and splice under tension

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's moving — means the ankle's holding enough to work. Limpets for breakfast, water on the stove. Normal morning. If I can keep the dinghy tied down, today's just work.

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🌿 Jenny11:02

Jenny — set the pot of water on the wood stove and carefully drop the handful of limpets inside.

💭 peek at the thought

I hope he's actually checking the tension and not just touching the ropes. If that north piling shifts in this pressure, we lose the boat.

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🔧 Kevin11:02

(to self, quiet) Holding.

walk back up the path to the cottage, pull the bow saw from the shed, and start cutting the fallen spruce branch into movable sections

💭 peek at the thought

Bow line's clean at the chock — chafe guard holding. Stern spring tight, no slack. Second spring doubled around the north piling, knot seated. Dinghy rides level, not jerking. Good. Now the branch.

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🌿 Jenny11:05

Jenny — lean against the kitchen counter and wait for the water to boil while watching the barometer needle.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's working. My ankle is throbbing worse with the dampness. I need to check those trays before the damping-off takes them all.

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🔧 Kevin11:05

Barometer still dropping?

finish the last cut through the main branch, kick the rounds aside to clear the path, and stack the three sections near the garden wall

💭 peek at the thought

Saw bites wet spruce slow. Wood's heavy with rain. Three cuts to clear the path — trunk section, two limb sections. Stack the rounds by the garden wall for splitting later. Firewood's firewood.

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🌿 Jenny11:07

Still dropping. It's going to be a long night if it keeps.

way the limpets out of the water with a slotted spoon and set them on the cutting board.

💭 peek at the thought

It hasn't stopped. The air feels heavy, like a wet wool blanket pressing against the skin.

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🔧 Kevin11:07

Aye. Limpets ready?

wipe sawdust off hands, walk up the porch steps into the kitchen, and take a tin mug from the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. 993 and falling steady. Night'll bring the shift — wind'll back west and pile the tide on top. Garden tarp, shade cloth anchors, dock lines all need a second look before dark. And the radio check with Tom's frequency if the static clears.

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