the keeper's cottage · day 922 · afternoon

Evening radio check and supply boat final prep

Rain has stopped. Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table with the shortwave radio, running the 0600 check early. The supply crate is lashed on the dock, winch staged. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a cushion, the poultice fresh. They review the manifest and the medevac forms one last time before the boat's high-tide window tomorrow.

The humidity is a physical weight over the cottage, making the 30°C air feel thick and stagnant. Jenny sits on the porch, her ankle throbbing with a rhythmic heat that pulses through the fresh poultice. The supply boat is still two days away, and the narrow window for arrival at high tide feels like a closing door. The radio hums with low-frequency static, the only sound against the rising lap of the tide against the dock.

🔧 Kevin06:51

Manifest matches. Medevac forms signed. Impeller confirmed. Two-hour window at high tide. That's the list.

tap the manifest page with a calloused finger, then reach for the tin mug of cold coffee

💭 peek at the thought

The radio crackle is the only sound that isn't us breathing. Jenny's finger traces the manifest line by line — she does this every time, like the ink might change. My ankle throbs in time with the generator's idle. Tomorrow the boat comes, the crate goes, the impeller arrives. Everything else is noise.

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🌿 Jenny06:53

Check the radio again before you go. I need to know the Signal is clear.

Lean back against the stone wall, wincing as the throbbing in my ankle shifts, and watch the grey clouds shift over the sea.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't show tomorrow, the antibiotics will run out before the infection clears.

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🔧 Kevin06:53

Already did. 0600 check came through clean. Coast guard, French trawler, both copied. Signal's clear.

set the mug down, push back from the table, and walk to the radio shelf to flip the power switch and key the mic

💭 peek at the thought

She doesn't trust the radio. Hasn't since the storm took the aerial. I've checked it three times since dawn. She knows that. She's asking anyway — needs to hear me say it's good, or needs to hear me say it's not.

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🌿 Jenny06:55

Make sure they know the window is tight. We can't afford them missing the tide.

Reach for my notebook, tracing the jagged edge of the sea way strata with a pencil while waiting for the static to clear.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so confident in the schedule, like the ocean doesn't care about his frequencies.

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🔧 Kevin06:55

Captain knows. Two hours. He confirmed. "Window acknowledged, Sorrel. High tide plus two." His words.

key the mic, wait for the carrier tone, then speak low and even

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking to me. She's talking to the radio, to the captain, to the tide itself. The pencil scratches paper — she's mapping the cave strata again, same page she's worked for weeks. Her ankle pulses under the poultice. I hear it in her breathing.

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🌿 Jenny06:57

If they're not there by noon, I'm calling the trust again.

Close my eyes, feeling the heat pulsing in my ankle, and listen to the hum of the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

Two hours. If the swell is too high, they won't even approach the dock.

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🔧 Kevin06:57

They'll be here. Or they won't. Calling the trust won't change the tide.

unkey the mic, let the receiver settle back into static, and lean against the doorframe watching her pencil move

💭 peek at the thought

She's said that three times this week. The trust doesn't answer. The coast guard doesn't answer. Only the captain answers, and he'll be here or he won't. The radio hum is steady. My transmission went out clean. Now we wait.

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🌿 Jenny06:59

It's not just the boat, it's the supplies. The antibiotics.

Tighten the bandage on my ankle, wincing at the sharp pull, and look at the half-finished map in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

He makes it sound so simple, like the island is a clock he can wind.

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🔧 Kevin06:59

Manifest lists two full courses. Broad-spectrum. Captain read it back. "Medical supplies confirmed, Sorrel. Antibiotics, gauze, dressings." You heard him.

cross the room, pull the antibiotic blister packs from the shelf, and set them on the table between us — fourteen and fourteen, foil intact

💭 peek at the thought

Fourteen doses doxy left. Fourteen metronidazole. The blister packs sit on the shelf above the stove, counted every morning. She's down to the last full course. If the boat doesn't come, if the manifest's wrong, if the crate's been wet — she's thinking all of it at once. The pencil stops. She's waiting for me to say something that fixes it.

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🌿 Jenny07:01

I heard him.

Look at the blister packs, then the weight of the seed tin, and go back to the sketch of the cave strata.

💭 peek at the thought

way days. If the boat is delayed again, I'm out of time.

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