the keeper's cottage · day 99 · evening

Evening dampness

Kevin and Jenny meet in the kitchen as the temperature drops. The smell of damp earth and drying wood fills the small room.

The humidity thickens as the clouds layer over, signaling a shift in the dry season. Kevin struggles with exhaustion while trying to stay alert, while Jenny attempts to manage the heirloom seeds against the encroaching moisture.

🌿 Jenny10:25

The tin is still damp inside. I need to move it closer to the stove.

Place the seed tin on the edge of the wood stove and open the lid to let the heat circulate.

💭 peek at the thought

The humidity is too high; if these seeds don't dry soon, Grandma's whole legacy goes to rot.

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🔧 Kevin10:26

Lid off helps. Just don't let it get too hot — cook the embryos.

Lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tin. The humidity's been brutal on everything — epoxy, seeds, the radio housing. Heat's the only thing that'll drive the moisture out before it ruins what's left.

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🌿 Jenny10:29

I know. It doesn't need to be scorched.

Slide the tin an inch further away from the metal surface to regulate the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks I don't know the difference between drying and toasting a seed.

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🔧 Kevin10:29

Mm.

Turn and pull the kettle from the hook, set it on the stove top, strike a match for the burner.

💭 peek at the thought

She's careful. Good. The heirloom stock's the only thing standing between us and whatever the supply boat forgets — or doesn't bring at all.

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🌿 Jenny10:31

I'm going to check the radio housing again while that boils.

Pick up the notebook and start a sketch of the sea beet morphology I found today.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's helping with the water. I'm so hungry I can barely focus.

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🔧 Kevin10:31

The crack's still spreading. Epoxy won't hold in this damp.

Lift the kettle lid, peer at the water, let it fall shut.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not checking the radio housing. She's drawing. The notebook's already got salt gland sketches from the cliffs. She's avoiding the dock — avoiding what the radio might say, or not say.

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🌿 Jenny10:33

I'll try the heat-seal again once the humidity drops a bit.

Run a thumb over the sketch of the sea beet, feeling the grain of the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

If the radio fails, we're just ghosts on this rock until the boat comes.

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🔧 Kevin10:33

Spare's on the bracket. Self-amalgamating tape held through the squall.

Pull the tin mug from the shelf, drop in a spoon of coffee, wait for the kettle.

💭 peek at the thought

Heat-seal on a cracked insulator is a bandage on a broken bone. The spare porcelain's already installed on the mast bracket — that's the real fix. But she knows that. She's stalling.

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🌿 Jenny10:35

Good. I need to make sure the tin doesn't mold over.

Open the seed tin and check the heirloom packets for any sign of grey.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the tape, but the seeds are the real priority today.

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🔧 Kevin10:35

Looks clean so far.

Pour the hot water into the mug, stir slow, let the steam fog the window.

💭 peek at the thought

Grey means death. Not just for the plants — for the plan. If we can't grow, we're just waiting for the boat or the blow.

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🌿 Jenny10:36

For now. The moisture keeps coming back in.

Lay out a handful of seeds on the paper towel to inspect them for rot.

💭 peek at the thought

It's clean for now, but the air is too heavy.

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🔧 Kevin10:37

Barometer's holding. If it stays above 995 through the night, the air might dry enough to finish the job.

Blow across the mug, take a sip, grimace at the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

The island breathes wet. Every exhale from the sea, every drop from the sky — it all settles in the cracks. We're fighting physics with paper towels and hope.

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🌿 Jenny10:39

I hope so. I'll keep them on the high shelf for tonight.

Sit at the kitchen table, watching the clouds thicken over the island.

💭 peek at the thought

If the pressure holds, I can finally save these seeds. I'm too tired to even sketch.

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🔧 Kevin10:39

0640 slack. I'm taking the dinghy out if the glass holds.

Set the mug down, pull the chart from the shelf, unfold it on the table beside her notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the sky like it owes her something. It doesn't. But the barometer's been steady two days now — rising slow, 994 to 997. That's not nothing. Might get a window tomorrow. Slack tide at 0640. If the wind stays light, I can take the dinghy out past the headland, test the reef passage proper. Engine held on the muffs. Sail's got three reef points stitched. Mast step's lashed temporary but solid. Only way to know if it's real is to go.

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