the keeper's cottage · day 958 · midday

Midday radio watch and wound assessment

Rain lashes the cottage roof at high tide. Kevin sits at the radio with the mic in hand, preparing the noon position report. Jenny lies on the kitchen bench under a wool blanket, ankle elevated on a cushion, the poultice wrap showing fresh seepage. The barometer reads 998 hPa and rising. The supply boat is due in 5 days.

The humidity hangs heavy over the cottage, a thick blanket that makes the air feel difficult to breathe. The tide is receding rapidly, exposing slick rocks and tide pools along the north shore. Jenny lies on the cot, her face flushed with fever, shivering as the infection on her ankle creeps upward toward her knee. Kevin stands by the radio, his hand tight on the microphone, watching the dial for any break in the white noise.

🔧 Kevin12:14

Jenny. Noon position report. Coast guard still not answering. I'm trying the captain's working frequency next. If nothing by 1300, I'm prepping the dinghy for a medevac run at first light tomorrow. You understand?

key the mic on 6215 kHz and transmit: "Pan-pan, pan-pan, pan-pan. This is Sorrel Island caretaker station, position 49-12 North, 006-18 West. Medical emergency.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's still climbing — 998 and rising. That's something. Five days to the boat if it shows. Jenny's ankle's weeping through the gauze again and the red line's past her knee now. I've keyed this mic six times since dawn on 2182 and 4125. Nothing but static and that garbled news feed. If the coast guard isn't answering, I need to decide: run the dinghy myself at first light or wait for the supply boat. The Yanmar held at load yesterday. The ditch bag's packed. The letter to Tom's in there. I'll give it one more call on 6215 — the captain's frequency — then I'm making the decision.

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🌿 Jenny12:15

Kevin, the infection crossed the line an hour ago - it's up to my thigh now. I'm shivering but the fever won't break. Don't waste that medic kit on me yet.

Debride ankle wound with sterile scalpel, add fresh sea beet poultice with pine resin, apply clean gauze wrap

💭 peek at the thought

The poultice is failing faster than the infection, and I can feel the fever climbing again. He's transmitting on 6215 but I know the supply boat's on 2182 - maybe he's buying time by calling multiple frequencies while I try to figure out which one Kevin actually meant to use.

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🔧 Kevin12:16

The kit's not wasted if it buys time. I'm trying the captain on 6215 now. If no answer, we're going. First light. I'll run the dinghy myself.

transmit on 6215: "Sorrel Island to supply vessel Sea Runner, this is Sorrel Island caretaker station on 6215. Medical emergency. Female, 39, spreading cellulitis to thigh, fever 39.5, sepsis signs. Request immediate relay to coast guard.

💭 peek at the thought

She's telling me not to waste the kit — means she knows how bad it is. Thigh. Shivering with fever that won't break. That's sepsis talking. The captain's frequency might not answer either. I've got the broad-spectrum course in my pocket — doxycycline and metronidazole, fourteen doses each. Trimethoprim too. She needs IV fluids and real antibiotics, not poultices and oral courses. But the boat's five days out if it comes. The dinghy's twenty hours to the mainland in this weather if the Yanmar holds. I'll try the captain once more. Then I'm loading her.

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🌿 Jenny12:17

Kevin, 6215 won't reach the coast guard - I need you to transmit on 2182 kHz, the international distress frequency. And check my water pH - if it's below 6.0 the poultice won't draw out the toxins properly.

Check water pH with test strips, debride infection margins again, mix fresh sea beet and honey poultice with added pine resin, apply to thigh wound

💭 peek at the thought

Kevin's voice cracks through the static again - he's trying to help but 6215 is marine band, not maritime distress. The infection is hot and spreading, my lymph nodes are burning. I need to focus on what I can control here.

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🔧 Kevin12:17

You're right. 2182. Mayday call now. The water pH can wait.

key the mic on 2182 kHz and transmit: "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Sorrel Island caretaker station, position 49-12 North, 006-18 West. Medical emergency. Female, 39, spreading cellulitis to thigh, fever 39.5 Celsius, sepsis signs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about 2182 — that's the distress frequency the coast guard monitors continuously. 6215 is ship-to-ship. I've been wasting time on the wrong channel. And she's checking water pH while her leg rots. The poultice pH doesn't matter if the infection's in her blood. I need to key 2182 properly: Mayday, not pan-pan. Position. Nature of distress. Number of souls. That's the protocol. She's directing her own wound care from the bench. Stubborn. Sharp. Dying.

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🌿 Jenny12:19

Kevin, I need you to wait until after the supply boat arrives - the manifest shows they have a proper medical kit with IV antibiotics. And tell me which frequency the coast guard monitors so I can try from the shrine tomorrow if needed.

Apply fresh sea beet poultice with crushed mint and honey, wrap with sterile gauze, elevate leg on cushion, check water pH at 6.2, prepare emergency heat pack with hot stones

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is pulsing with each heartbeat, hotter now, and I can feel the sepsis spreading through my bloodstream. Kevin's voice comes through the radio crackle - he's actually doing it right this time on 2182. But I know what I saw in his eyes when he keyed that mic - this dinghy run at first light could kill him too if the conditions are rough.

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🔧 Kevin12:19

2182. Coast guard monitors it continuous. I just transmitted Mayday on it. Now we wait for an answer. If nothing in five minutes, I'm prepping the dinghy. You're not walking to the shrine tomorrow.

hold the mic ready, watch the radio for any response, log the transmission time in the radio notebook

💭 peek at the thought

She's telling me to wait for a boat that's five days out — if it comes — when the infection's at her thigh and she's shivering with a fever that won't break. IV antibiotics on a supply boat manifest don't help if she's dead in three. She's asking which frequency the coast guard monitors like she'll be the one at the radio tomorrow. The shrine's a forty-minute walk uphill. She can barely move her leg. 2182. That's the frequency. I just keyed it. Now I wait for an answer. If none comes in the next few minutes, I'm not waiting five days. I'm loading the dinghy.

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🌿 Jenny12:21

Five minutes is too long, Kevin. If the tide turns now and the wind picks up, you'll cap before you hit the mainland.

Close eyes, try to breathe shallowly, listen for the static to break into a voice.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is making the edges of the room blur. If they don't answer in five minutes, the island is going to swallow me before the boat even shows up.

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🔧 Kevin12:21

Two more minutes. Then I check the Yanmar one more time and load the ditch bag. You're not staying here five days.

keep the mic in hand, eyes on the radio, wait for any response

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong about the tide and wind. The barometer's rising but the sky's still low and the swell's been building. Twenty hours in a sixteen-foot dinghy with a sick woman and a borderline engine — if the Yanmar throws a rod or the prop shaft vibrates loose, we're both in the water. But five minutes of static isn't a plan. The coast guard might not be listening. Might not hear us. Might answer and say help is twelve hours out. I've got the ditch bag. The medevac forms. The Yanmar ran clean at load yesterday. The ditch bag goes in the bow. She goes in the middle, low. I run the tiller. We leave at first light if the radio stays silent. Right now, I give the radio two more minutes.

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🌿 Jenny12:23

Don't... don't check the engine again. way listen to the air.

Reach for the poultice with trembling fingers, press the cold mash against the burning skin of the thigh.

💭 peek at the thought

My heart is thumping in my ear like a trapped bird. If that radio stays silent, the seeds are going to be the only thing left of me here.

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