the keeper's cottage · day 924 · evening

The Rising Heat

The sun begins to dip as the tide reaches its high mark. The humidity remains oppressive, making any work on the brush removal projects further away.

Kevin and Jenny rest at the cottage as the humidity hangs heavy before a potential storm. Kevin tends to Jenny's ankle, which remains swollen and throbbing despite the fresh sea beet poultice.

🌿 Jenny08:52

Is the boat still on schedule for tomorrow?

Lean back against the stone wall, wincing as the weight shifts off the throbbing ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If that boat doesn't show tomorrow with the antibiotics, I'm going to lose the leg. My ankle is pulsing in time with the waves.

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🔧 Kevin08:52

Tomorrow high tide. Two-hour window. Captain acknowledged on 2182.

Walk to the kitchen shelf, pull down the radio notebook, flip to the last entry and hold it out to her.

💭 peek at the thought

The radio log confirms it — captain said tomorrow high tide, two-hour window. She's asking because she's hurting and the waiting is worse than the work.

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🌿 Jenny08:53

Two hours is a tight window with the tide coming in fast.

Take the notebook with a shaky hand, eyes scanning the timestamp of the confirmation.

💭 peek at the thought

Two hours. That's barely enough time if the weather shifts or the engine acts up again.

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🔧 Kevin08:54

Slack's forty minutes after high. Crane's got reach for the pallets if we stage them on the seaward cleats. We'll manage.

Set a fresh mug of coffee on the table beside her, steam rising.

💭 peek at the thought

She's calculating the slack water, the swell, the crane reach. Her mind's already on the dock tomorrow. The shake in her hand isn't just the fever.

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🌿 Jenny08:55

If the crane fails, we won't even be able to get the antibiotics inside.

Reach for the mug, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic while ignoring the heat radiating from my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so sure of the mechanics. He doesn't see the way the skin is tightening over the bone.

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🔧 Kevin08:56

Crane held two drums today. Operator was steady. We've got block and tackle on the landward cleat if it comes to it.

Pull out the chair opposite her, sit, and stretch my legs under the table — boots still damp from the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The pallet with the meds sits on the seaward side. If the crane goes, we're manhandling fifty-kilo drums and crates up a listing dock with a bum ankle between us. But the crane didn't fail today. The operator was sober. That's the variable that matters.

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🌿 Jenny08:57

I just need that boat to show up with the meds. I can't get to the north ridge like this.

Take a slow sip of the coffee, eyes fixed on the swelling where the ankle meets the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's talking about blocks and tackles while I'm struggling to keep my leg from throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin08:58

I'll go at first light. Low tide's 0530. Northern shelf's exposed. Be back before the boat.

Reach across the table, brush a thumb over the back of her hand — once, quick, like checking a bolt torque — then pull back and lift my own mug.

💭 peek at the thought

The north ridge sea beet is for the poultice. She's thinking ahead — antibiotics run out in five days, and the sea beet's the only thing holding the line. But she can't make the climb, and I can't leave the dock work tomorrow. The supply boat solves both if it comes.

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🌿 Jenny08:58

Don't just go for the poultice. Check the soil on the north slope—see if it's weeping.

Pull my hand away slightly, setting the mug down with a sharp click on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

He treats me like a piece of equipment he's trying to maintain. A quick check, a torque test.

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🔧 Kevin09:00

North slope, intercept trench, garden wall base. I'll look.

Nod once, drain the mug, set it down hard beside hers. Stand.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The intercept trench above the garden wall was holding last week, but this humidity — groundwater's been rising. If the slope's weeping again, the wall's undermining while I'm at the dock tomorrow. She's trading her sea beet run for my slope check. Fair.

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🌿 Jenny09:01

If the soil's compromised, don't try to save the garden beds. Just get the seeds.

Pull the heirloom seed tin closer on the table, fingers tracing the rim where the label has worn thin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's leaving now. If something goes wrong on that ridge...

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🔧 Kevin09:02

Seeds come first. Always.

Turn toward the porch door, pause at the frame, look back at the tin under her hand.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already written off the beds. The slope, the wall, the garden — she's triaging. Seeds over soil. Future over now. My job's the dock, the engine, the boat. Her job's the living things. We don't say it, but we both know: if the north slope goes, the cottage's next.

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