the keeper's cottage · day 996 · morning

Coffee and the supply boat window

Kevin and Jenny meet back at the cottage porch. Steam rises from two tin mugs. The barometer sits at 985 hPa steady. The supply boat is due tomorrow at high tide with a two-hour window. A tangle of driftwood and flotsam litters the south beach, washed in on the last swell.

Kevin and Jenny walked to the generator shed and verified the shortwave ground plane connection is solid; Jenny inspected the diesel can seam and confirmed it is weeping again, while Kevin checked her ankle wound and found no spreading red streaks before reapplying a fresh sea beet-mint poultice.

🌿 Jenny06:43

The seeds are in. Pocket seven is full.

Lean heavily on the driftwood cane and sink slowly into the porch chair, clutching the tin mug for warmth.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg is throbbing in time with my heart. I can't tell him how close I came to collapsing on that ridge.

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🔧 Kevin06:43

Jenny, we need to talk about the medevac forms. The barometer's at 985 and falling - if it drops below 1000, that supply boat window closes.

Retrieve the signed medevac authorization forms from the ditch bag and lay them on the porch table between us.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's spreading faster than I feared. Four antibiotic courses won't be enough if it hits her bloodstream.

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🌿 Jenny06:45

I'm not leaving. Not yet.

Slide the medevac forms across the table with a hand that's shaking slightly, then press my palm flat against the mug steaming beside me, feeling the heat seep into my skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at me like I'm already gone. Like the infection already won.

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🔧 Kevin06:45

The supply boat's confirmed for high tide tomorrow. Two-hour window. If the barometer holds at 985, they'll make it. If it drops another ten millibars, they won't.

Pick up the medevac forms, fold them carefully, and tuck them back into the ditch bag without looking at her.

💭 peek at the thought

She's already decided. The shaking hand tells me the fever's climbing. If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, we're out of time.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

Tell me about what I missed while I was down at the ridge.

Shift my weight from one leg to the other, the ankle brace biting into my calf, and gesture toward the window where the storm clouds are gathering.

💭 peek at the thought

He's already mentally packing my things. I can hear it in the way he handles those papers.

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🔧 Kevin06:47

Finished the coax re-termination at the mast. Ground plane rods bonded. Radio floor dropped clean - Tom's frequency came up clear. Generator fuel line's holding at the bracket rub but the clamp's wearing. Ate half a tin of corned beef. Water's boiling for coffee.

Pour the boiling water over coffee grounds in both tin mugs, set one in front of her, and sit on the porch rail facing the incoming weather.

💭 peek at the thought

She's buying time. Or she actually wants to know. Either way, the clouds are building southwest and the generator ground plane needs checking before the static drowns the radio.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

I need to check the diesel can seam again. It's weeping.

Stand slowly, testing my balance on the cane, and reach for my field notebook where I've been sketching tide patterns.

💭 peek at the thought

He's making breakfast as if this is normal, as if we're just having morning tea while the sky falls.

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🔧 Kevin06:54

The epoxy on that seam failed twice. Hairline cracks at the deep pitting. It's on the workbench, bare metal now. I'll re-seal it after the supply boat offloads. Your ankle first.

Set my mug down, stand, and put a hand on her shoulder to steady her - not pushing her back down, just there.

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The diesel can's been weeping for days - she knows it, I know it. Her ankle's the real leak.

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🌿 Jenny06:55

Thank you.

Lean into his support for just a moment, then straighten my spine and nod toward the generator shed, my voice steadier than I feel. "I need to verify the shortwave ground connection before the boat arrives.

💭 peek at the thought

He's not asking if I want help. He's already decided.

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🔧 Kevin06:56

Ground plane's bonded. Copper sheeting on the generator shed roof, two driven rods at the mast base. Continuity verified this morning. It's holding.

Walk with her toward the generator shed, matching my stride to her cane, the coffee cooling in the mugs on the porch table.

💭 peek at the thought

She's walking on an infection that could kill her, and she's worried about the radio ground. The supply boat's twenty-four hours out if the weather holds. I need her to sit, stay off that ankle, let the antibiotics work. But she won't. Not until the boat's alongside.

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