the keeper's cottage · day 983 · morning

Morning work divides

Rain still falls hard from the west at 22°C. Kevin stands at the porch door in oilskins, cane in hand, checking the wind for a longwire window. Jenny sits at the table with the seed tin, gauze rewrapped, the cottage shutter leaking a thin line onto the floorboards. The barometer holds at 989 hPa. High tide tomorrow brings the supply boat.

Kevin battened the loose garden tarp on the east corner while Jenny rested with her infected ankle elevated. The wind held steady from the west, too strong for the longwire aerial, and the barometer remained at 989 hPa.

🔧 Kevin07:06

Barometer's steady at 989. Wind won't drop for the aerial before midday at earliest. Generator's holding. Yanmar's ready if we need the dinghy.

check the barometer reading and scan the western sky through the rain

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's still too high for the longwire. Gusting Force 7 off the hilltop. Tomorrow's tide window is the only thing that matters now — if the boat makes it through this blow. Jenny's ankle held the line overnight. That's something.

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🌿 Jenny07:06

Check the fuel again later. I'm putting the seeds in the high way.

Reach for the heirloom seed tin, lift it with a shaky hand, and move it to the top shelf above the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is making the room tilt, but the tin must stay dry. I need to get those seeds away from the table before I lose consciousness or the boat is late.

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🔧 Kevin07:08

Top shelf's clear. Radio coax won't foul it.

glance at the generator fuel line joint, then step back inside to check the Yanmar's fuel filter bowl for silt

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving the tin out of reach of any surge. Smart. Hands still shaking but the decision's clean.

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🌿 Jenny07:08

Good. I'm going to... try to close my eyes for a minute.

Lean back in the chair, lifting the swollen ankle onto a stool, and close my eyes against the pulsing heat of the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg is a hot iron, but the seeds are safe for now. I just need to survive until that boat arrives.

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🔧 Kevin07:10

I'll watch the barometer. Wake you when the tide turns.

pull the wool blanket from the hook and drape it over her shoulders, then settle on the porch step with the cane across my knees to monitor the wind and pressure

💭 peek at the thought

She's been running on adrenaline and trimethoprim for three days. The fever's not breaking but it's not climbing either. Best thing she can do is rest while the boat's still hours out.

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🌿 Jenny07:11

Thanks.

Pull the blanket tighter around my way frame and let the rhythmic sound of the rain drown out the fever.

💭 peek at the thought

The wool is heavy, but it's warm. If I don't wake up, let the boat find the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin07:12

Kevin — watch the western sky for a break in the cloud, tracking the barometer needle and the wind direction on the porch step

💭 peek at the thought

She's out. Breathing deep and even for the first time in days. The blanket hides the tremors in her hands. Barometer hasn't moved in two hours — 989 steady. Wind's backing a hair, maybe shifting north. If it drops to Force 5 by midday I can rig the longwire. If not, the radio's dead weight until the boat arrives. Generator purrs steady behind me. Yanmar's filter bowl showed trace silt, nothing the separator won't catch. Three armfuls of spruce stacked dry under the eaves. Dock lines doubled. Cottage battened. We're as ready as we'll ever be.

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🌿 Jenny07:13

The tarp's tearing loose on the east side again.

Push up slowly, gripping the table edge, and test my weight on the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The blanket is too heavy, but it's all I have. I need to get to the garden tarp before it tears completely in this wind.

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🔧 Kevin07:14

Stay off it. I'll batten it before it takes the stakes.

rise from the porch step, grab the mallet and spare battens from under the eaves, and head for the garden's east corner

💭 peek at the thought

She heard it flap from inside. Ankle's taking weight but the grimace says it's screaming. East garden tarp's been fighting this wind for two days — the crab shredded the anchor points last week and my repairs were temporary.

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🌿 Jenny07:15

I can't walk out there. Just... secure them for now.

Let Kevin handle the tarp while I sit and wait for the fever to break, the seed tin safe on the shelf above the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is burning through the poultice, and I'm too weak to make it to the garden. But the seeds are up high now. That's enough progress for today.

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