the keeper's cottage · day 984 · dawn

Morning Watch and Engine Prep

Kevin stands at the cottage window in oilskins, binoculars raised toward the grey horizon where the supply boat should appear at high tide. Jenny sits at the kitchen table with her ankle propped on a driftwood splint, a fresh sea beet poultice steaming under clean gauze, the trimethoprim dose and warm broth waiting beside her. The barometer on the wall reads 984 hPa, steady, and the shortwave radio crackles with static on Tom's frequency as Kevin begins his 0530 radio watch.

Kevin maintained radio watch on VHF 16 and shortwave 2182 while the supply boat failed to appear during the high tide window. Jenny took her trimethoprim dose and sipped broth, monitoring her ankle infection. The barometer held steady at 984 hPa but the sky continued to darken with no vessel sighted.

🔧 Kevin07:57

Boat's due in thirty minutes at high tide. Barometer's steady at 984 — that's our best sign. Generator's running clean, Yanmar's ready. I'll hold VHF 16 and shortwave 2182. You take the trimethoprim now, broth after. Ankle stays elevated.

adjust binoculars, scan horizon toward mainland channel; key VHF radio to channel 16, transmit "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel, over"; set shortwave to 2182 kHz, listen; place trimethoprim tablet and tin mug of warm broth on table besi

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer holding at 984. Steady's better than falling but the cloud deck's dropped another fifty feet since 0400. If the coxswain's got any sense he'll run the tide window — two hours from high water, that's 0600 to 0800. Generator's clean. Yanmar's impeller seated, fuel line holding. Ditch bag by the door. Jenny's ankle crossed the line yesterday; she needs the resupply antibiotics more than I need to breathe. Tom's frequency's dead. Nineteen days past his birthday and the mic's still cold.

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🌿 Jenny07:58

The wind is shifting north, Kevin. Check the longwire tension before it catches.

Reach for the seed tin, fingers tracing the cold metal, swallow the pill dry with a grimace.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't show, the seeds will rot in the tin while I'm roting in this bed.

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🔧 Kevin07:58

Longwire's down to the ceramic and tape. No tension to check — aerial shattered three storms back. I'll verify the coax run and insulator seal before the squall hits.

set binoculars on table; move to porch door, step outside; inspect shortwave mast bracket, ceramic insulator, self-amalgamating tape seal; tug coax run at feed point, check for chafe; glance at barometer through window; return to kitchen

💭 peek at the thought

Wind backing north means the longwire'll flap itself apart if the insulator tape lets go. Self-amalgamating tape held through the last blow but UV's eaten the edges. She took the pill dry — throat's raw from the fever. Good she's eating the tin's weight instead of asking what's in it. LB's initials. She hasn't said.

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🌿 Jenny08:00

Just make sure the insulator is seated. The salt is high today. storiesDO: Sit back at the table, wrapping both hands around the warm mug of broth, watching the clouds thicken.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if that rig goes, I'm cut out.

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🔧 Kevin08:00

Insulator's seated. Tape's holding at the feed. Salt crust's the risk — I'll wipe it down with the damp cloth before the squall drives it wet.

step back onto porch; retrieve clean cloth from shelf; wipe ceramic insulator and tape junction, remove salt crust; inspect coax entry at mast bracket for water ingress; scan horizon again with naked eye; return inside, set cloth to dry on

💭 peek at the thought

Salt crust on the insulator's the real killer — tracks across the ceramic, arcs when the voltage spikes. She's watching the sky like she's reading a chart. The broth's good; she needs the salt and warmth. Tin E sits on the stove shelf warming through, seal dry. She hasn't opened it. Neither have I.

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🌿 Jenny08:02

Don't stay out too long. The sky is the wrong color.

Take a slow sip of the broth, the warmth spreading through my chest, and watch the first drop of rain hit the glass.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always focused on the hardware while the world is literally closing in.

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🔧 Kevin08:04

Twenty minutes to the tide window. I'm not staying out.

step back inside, close porch door against the first spit of rain; latch it; move to radio shelf; key VHF 16 — "Sorrel Island calling supply vessel, high tide window open, over"; monitor shortwave 2182; glance at barometer — 984 steady; set

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. That green-grey bruise to the northwest — not rain, not yet. The wind's still light but the swell's already pushing into the cove, hitting the dock pilings with a hollow thump. Barometer steady at 984 but the rate of fall yesterday was three millibars in six hours. If it holds this track we're in Force 7 by noon. Boat's window closes at 0800. Twenty minutes.

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🌿 Jenny08:04

The radio's quiet. Keep watching it. continuedDO: Lean forward, resting my throbbing ankle on the chair leg, listening for the static to break.

💭 peek at the thought

If that boat doesn't show in this window, the seeds are just ghosts in a tin.

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🔧 Kevin08:06

Nothing on 16. Nothing on 2182. Generator's steady. Yanmar's warm. If he's crossing the bar he'll be silent till he clears the race. Five minutes to the window's midpoint.

keep eyes on VHF, hand near key; watch horizon through rain-streaked window; note swell timing against dock pilings; log barometer reading — 984, steady — in radio notebook; wait

💭 peek at the thought

Quiet's the worst sound. Twenty minutes into the window and not a peep on 16 or 2182. The coxswain knows this coast — if he's not transmitting he's either not coming or he's already in the race and too busy to talk. Rain's spitting harder now, horizontal on the porch glass. Swell's hitting the dock rhythmically, eight-second period, big enough to shake the pilings. Jenny's ankle throbbing where she can see it. She's listening like I am.

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🌿 Jenny08:06

Still nothing.

Tighten my grip on the warm mug, watching the steam rise and vanish into the grey light of the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence on the radio is heavier than the storm.

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