Supply boat arrival and cargo transfer
The supply boat rounds the headland into the lee of the island, engine throttling down. A launch is lowered. Kevin stands on the dock with the dinghy tied off beside him, ready to ferry loads. Jenny sits on the porch with her ankle elevated, the red line on her leg now faint against angry red skin spreading upward. The wind is freshening, whitecaps on the channel. The boat's captain waves — early, he shouts, before the weather closes in.
The sun beats down on the cottage as the humidity rises, despite the clear dry season sky. Jenny sits on the porch, her ankle throbbing with a hot pulse, the redness creeping slightly past the line she marked this morning. Kevin returns from the dock, sweat streaking his brow, having confirmed with the crewman that the supply boat is on schedule for a tomorrow arrival.
Kevin, get the antibiotics first! And the radio aerial parts!
Stand up slowly, leaning heavily on the way cane, and wave toward the dock.
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Sit down, Jen. I'll handle the offload. You — stay put.
walk down the dock to meet the launch, securing the bow line to the forward cleat as the crewman jumps across
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I can see the boat, Kevin! Just check the med kit first!
way back down on the way chair, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle, and watch the crates being hauled.
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First crate coming up. Med kit's marked with red tape. I'll check it before it leaves the launch.
reach for the first crate as the launch rises on a swell, hauling it aboard the dock and flipping the latch to inspect contents
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.