the keeper's cottage · day 922 · midday

Midday meal and radio check

Kevin and Jenny meet at the cottage porch for a midday meal of limpet broth and corned beef. The wind is steady from the north-west, barometer 1018 hPa. The handheld VHF crackles with the supply boat's scheduled position report.

Kevin secured the supply crate to the dock cleats with a second spring line to the north piling, allowing slack for surge. Jenny debrided her ankle wound with saline, applied a fresh sea beet and mint poultice, and took the first dose of a new antibiotic course, then resumed mapping the sea cave strata in her notebook.

🔧 Kevin06:42

Boat reports on schedule. Two-hour window at high tide tomorrow. Impeller's aboard.

Ladle limpet broth into two tin mugs, set one on the porch table beside the corned beef tin.

💭 peek at the thought

Boat's on time. Wind's right. Barometer holding. Everything lines up for tomorrow's high tide. Just need to get the crate loaded and secured tonight so there's no scramble in the morning.

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🌿 Jenny06:44

"That's... good news." (I take the mug, blowing on the broth before lifting it to my lips. The salt hits my tongue like home.)

sit on the porch step opposite Kevin, wrapping my hands around the warm mug, then reach for the corned beef tin and begin cutting the meat with my knife.

💭 peek at the thought

Two days. Finally, two days. But the barometer's still climbing - if it drops before then, we'll be stranded another week when the real storm hits. My ankle's throbbing worse after that debride session this morning.

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🔧 Kevin06:44

Crate's packed. Manifest matches. Just need to lash it to the dock cleats tonight so it's ready to winch aboard.

Spear a chunk of corned beef from the tin, eat it standing at the rail, eyes on the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

She's quiet. More than usual. The boat coming means she has to decide — again — and we both know it.

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🌿 Jenny06:45

"Don't over-tension the lines. The surge might be high." (I look down at my ankle, the swollen skin tight and angry, and shift my weight.)

take a small bite of the beef, chewing slowly, and hover my pencil over the notebook to resume the sketch of the sea cave strata.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the logistics. He doesn't see the way the clouds are bruising over the ridge. If the way shifts too fast, that crate will be lost to the swell.

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🔧 Kevin06:46

Second spring to the north piling. Slack for surge.

Wipe the mug rim with my thumb, set it down on the porch rail, walk down the path to the dock to check the lines.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the surge. North-west swell runs straight into the dock face at high tide. I'll run a second spring to the north piling, give it some give.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

"I'll check the garden tomorrow morning." (I close my notebook, my fingers lingering on the sketch of iron bands in the clay.)

stand and walk toward the cottage door, then turn back to pull my wool blanket from the hook by the stove, wrapping my shoulders against the damp air.

💭 peek at the thought

The path crossed with spring water. The barometer holding at 1018 means the tide's going out fast. Good. But I need to test if that volcanic ash patch above the spring is still viable before I commit those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin06:48

I'll have the crate winched by first light. Radio check at 0600.

At the dock, pull the spare warp from the locker, splice a long eye, lead it from the dinghy's stern cleat around the north piling and back — a second spring with slack for the surge.

💭 peek at the thought

Garden first. Then the boat. She's already deciding what stays and what goes.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

Jenny — sit back down on the step, lifting my leg to ease the pressure, and watch the throbbing pulse in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

0600. He's always so precise with the schedule. If the wind shifts before then, he won't even be able to get the boat close. everSAY: "I'll be listening at the radio." (I nod to him, watching his silhouette against the rain-slicked wood of the dock.)

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