the keeper's cottage · day 984 · afternoon

Late afternoon radio watch and seed sorting

Kevin is at the radio desk, notebook open, logging another silent cycle. Jenny sits at the kitchen table with the oilskin pouch of heirloom seeds spread before her, the driftwood cane leaning against her chair. The sky has darkened to a flat grey, and rain spits against the porch glass.

Kevin stepped onto the porch to inspect the generator fuel line and found the weeping bracket still leaking despite the marine-grade hose repair. Jenny remained at the table, cradling her coffee and the oilskin seed pouch, too exhausted to move. The rain hammered the roof and the barometer held at 983 hPa, offering no promise of a weather window for the longwire rig.

🌿 Jenny08:29

Still nothing on the radio?

Reaches out to trace the edge of the tomato seed packet with a trembling thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping again. If the wind hits Force 6, the longwire rig is useless, and I'll be too weak to climb the ridge even if the boat shows up.

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🔧 Kevin08:29

Nothing. Static on VHF. Shortwave caught a Spanish coastal broadcast — forest fires near Vigo. Nothing local.

Log the 1330 check in the radio notebook: time, frequency, barometer 982, nil contact. Then stand, stretch the stiffness from my back, and walk to the kettle.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the tremor in her own hand. The infection's eating her strength and she knows it. I should have rowed yesterday.

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🌿 Jenny08:31

He's right about the static. I'll check the antenna connections again when the wind lets up.

Leans forward to examine the heirloom seed packets more closely, running a finger along the edge of the sea beet seeds, then sits back down heavily on the stool.

💭 peek at the thought

Vigo fires might be our only link to the world, but they're miles from here and the boat's not coming. My ankle burns when I shift - the infection's pushing faster than the poultice can hold.

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🔧 Kevin08:31

Aerial's gone, Jen. Insulator's taped but the wire parted at the mast. Need calm to rig a new longwire. Wind's not dropping.

Fill the kettle from the tank tap, set it on the stove. Pull two mugs down. Spoon coffee into both while the water heats.

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading my mind again. The longwire's shredded — insulator's patched but the aerial wire itself is gone from the last blow. No connection to check. She knows that. She's giving me something to do.

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🌿 Jenny08:33

The mast bracket's still aligned from yesterday's repair. If we can get a few hours before Force 6 really kicks in...

Carefully lifts the oilskin pouch of seeds, feels the weight of grandmother's promise against her palm, then sets it gently beside the coffee mugs.

💭 peek at the thought

The longwire's dead again. And my hands won't be steady enough to splice new wire with the wind howling. But Kevin's coffee is ready - maybe the warmth will help me think straight about pocket seven.

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🔧 Kevin08:33

Mast's solid. You're not climbing it. Not with that leg.

Pour coffee into both mugs. Set one in front of her. Keep the other. Sit opposite at the table. Watch her face.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the bracket. The through-bolts held. But she's planning work for a body that can't do it. Her ankle's past the pen line. Fever's climbing. She'll try to climb that mast if I don't stop her.

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🌿 Jenny08:34

I know. I just need the wind to stop screaming.

Wraps both hands around the warm mug, letting the heat seep into her cold palms while she watches the rain lashes the window.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, I'm a liability today. But if I don't plant these seeds soon, they'll just rot in the tin like I am.

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🔧 Kevin08:34

Drink it while it's hot. I'll check the generator fuel line again — that bracket rub's still weeping.

Take a sip of coffee. Stand. Walk to the porch door. Pull on the oilskin jacket hanging there. Step out onto the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's not stopping. Barometer's stuck at 982. This isn't a front moving through — it's settling in. Supply boat missed the window. Next tide's 0600. If the coxswain runs it. If the channel's clear. If.

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