the keeper's cottage · day 989 · afternoon

Evening radio watch and supply boat prep

Kevin and Jenny sit at the kitchen table as rain hammers the roof. The barometer reads 984 hPa and rising. The shortwave radio crackles with static on 7 MHz. They review the supply boat manifest for tomorrow's high tide window, the ditch bag packed beside them. Jenny's ankle is elevated on a crate; Kevin's hands are wrapped in cloth. The generator hums steady outside.

Kevin and Jenny verified the supply boat manifest and prepared for tomorrow's arrival. Kevin checked the radio ground stake and tightened the copper rod connection, while Jenny inspected the generator fuel line at the bracket rub point and confirmed the diesel can seam was holding under vibration. Both confirmed the medevac forms were signed and the ditch bag was packed.

🔧 Kevin14:11

Manifest checks. Impeller, antibiotics, pH vials, coax. Two-hour window at high tide. If he's not in the channel by slack, he's not coming.

tap the manifest paper with a bandaged finger, then reach for the tin mug of cold coffee

💭 peek at the thought

The radio's been quiet on 2182 since the captain signed off. That's either good — he's coming — or bad. Barometer rising means the window holds. My hands throb where the crowbar slipped. Jenny's ankle looks worse than this morning. We've done what we can.

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🌿 Jenny14:11

Two-hour window means he needs to be in the channel by slack tide - no exceptions when the swell's building like this." (I lift my bandaged hands to show the poultice is still holding, then push the medical kit closer to Kevin) "If his shoulder's giving him trouble, we should document it now. The manifest's good but what if we need to negotiate delay?

Check the diesel can seam under the generator's vibration (no weeping), then mark the pocket seven GPS stakes again with red wax to verify the copper spillway hose position.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer's climbing but the rain's hammering the roof too hard for comfort. Kevin's hands are wrapped in cloth - that shoulder injury must be worse than he's saying. The generator's holding steady, which is more than I can say for us. Grandmother's seeds are planted but I can't shake the feeling that we're running out of time, not just for the supply boat but for...

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🔧 Kevin14:12

His shoulder's his problem. We've got the ditch bag, the forms, the seeds. If he signals delay, we signal medevac. Same radio. Same frequency.

pull the medical kit closer, pop the latch, run a finger along the blister packs verifying each by touch

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking three moves ahead. The captain's shoulder — he mentioned it last run, said the cold makes it seize. If he can't handle the dinghy transfer in a swell, we're the ones who pay. Medical kit's stocked now. Amoxicillin-clavulanate, doxycycline, metronidazole, trimethoprim. Full courses. That's the real cargo.

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🌿 Jenny14:12

The antibiotics are here, the forms are signed. But if we need to signal medevac..." (I trail off, then pull my own hand from under the poultice to show Kevin the infection site - it's definitely improving, the swelling down) "The poultice is working. But we should check the radio's ground stake before we sleep. If the swell pushes it, we lose contact.

Check the diesel can seam again under generator vibration (still holding), then walk to the radio on the porch to verify the ground stake alignment.

💭 peek at the thought

The medical kit's contents are verified but I'm thinking about something else entirely - about the seeds in the ditch bag versus the ones still in tins back at the shrine. About whether we're really prepared for what happens if tomorrow doesn't work out. About how Kevin's voice stayed steady when he said "same radio" but I heard him flex his shoulder.

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🔧 Kevin14:14

Ground stake first. Then sleep.

push back from the table, grab the heavy wrench from the shelf, and head out onto the porch toward the radio mast base

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The ground stake's been loose since the last blow — copper rod worked itself free in the sandy soil. If it goes, we're blind on 2182. The generator's humming steady through the wall. Diesel can's bone dry at the seam. Her ankle's healing. The barometer's climbing. Everything that can be ready is ready.

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🌿 Jenny14:14

I'll check the generator fuel lines while you're out there - make sure there's no seepage from the bracket rub point. (I grab the fuel line from the bench and start inspecting it, noting the slight abrasion where it rubs against the housing)

Walk out onto the porch to meet Kevin at the radio mast base, then inspect the ground stake alignment and tighten the copper rod connection.

💭 peek at the thought

He's moving toward the ground stake but I can see the hesitation in his gait - that shoulder's been throbbing since yesterday's dock work. The barometer's still climbing which means good weather for the supply boat, but if we lose radio contact because of a loose ground stake, we lose everything. I need to make sure the shore stay connected.

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