Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the keeper's cottage

Supply boat approach at high tide

Kevin waits at the dock with lines ready as the supply boat appears on the horizon; Jenny tends the garden and ankle at the cottage.

Kevin stands at the seaward edge of the dock, binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scans the flat, thickening horizon for any sign of the supply boat. The humid midday air clings to his skin as he waits for the tide to drop, exposing more of the rocky shelf. Back at the cottage, Jenny limps to the kitchen to swallow her bitter antibiotic dose, then checks the water level once before stepping out onto the porch to stare at the heirloom seed tin, feeling the weight of the coming storm.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You stand on the seaward end of the dock, the bow line and stern spring coiled at your feet, eyes scanning the grey horizon where the supply boat should appear. The tide is high, water lapping the planks, and the wind carries the smell of diesel and rain. The VHF sits clipped to your belt, the shortwave antenna whipping above the mast.

🔧 Kevin10:55

Kevin — scan the horizon with binoculars from the seaward end of the dock, VHF clipped to belt, shortwave antenna whipping above the mast.

💭 peek at the thought

High tide window. Two hours max before the ebb starts pulling. Need the boat in sight now or we're manhandling diesel drums up a slick ramp at slack water. Radio's been quiet — either they're running dark or the rain's eating the signal. Barometer steady at 977, wind northeast. Swell's building but manageable. If they miss this tide, it's ten more days.

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🔧 Kevin10:58

Kevin — cup hands around binoculars, wipe rain off lenses with sleeve, sweep the northeast bearing again. Key the VHF. "Sorrel Island to supply vessel, over." Wait. Static only. Clip it back.

💭 peek at the thought

Nothing on the horizon. Rain's thickening, cutting visibility to half a mile at most. The swell's pushing harder against the pilings — can feel the vibration through the planks. Two-hour window's burning. If they're coming, they're close. If not, the tide turns in forty minutes and the current through the channel'll make docking a bastard.

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🔧 Kevin11:02

Kevin — unclip VHF, key it once more. "Sorrel Island to supply vessel, standing by on 16. Out." Coil the bow line and stern spring neatly, lash them to the cleats with extra turns for the ebb. Check the storm anchor warp tension.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's turning. Can see the current shift — slack water gone, ebb starting to pull seaward. Forty minutes since the window opened. They're not coming on this tide. Either the captain called it off in the weather, or he's broken down, or something worse. Need to secure the dinghy for the outgoing current and get back to the cottage. Jenny'll be watching the radio.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the keeper's cottage

You move between the seedling trays on the porch and the garden beds beyond, limping on the driftwood cane, re-staking the loose shade cloth corner and checking the copper spray's effect on the pepper stems. The ankle is wrapped fresh, the poultice warm against the skin, and the second antibiotic dose waits in the tin mug on the stove shelf.

🌿 Jenny10:56

Jenny — limp back into the kitchen and drink the antibiotic dose from the tin mug.

💭 peek at the thought

The peppers are still curling. If the salt stress doesn't ease, I'm going to lose the whole row.

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🌿 Jenny11:00

Jenny — walk to the back wall and check the water tank level gauge.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't just sit here while the sky turns that flat, oppressive grey. I need to know if the tank is actually holding or if the overflow is just a facade.

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🌿 Jenny11:05

Jenny — way on the porch steps and look at the heirloom seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

Three hundred ninety four. Almost full, but the humidity is a physical weight on my lungs today.

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