the keeper's cottage · day 997 · dawn

Grey morning, supply boat due

Kevin and Jenny stand on the cottage porch in the damp chill, steam curling from tin mugs as the barometer climbs to 987 hPa. The tide is falling, exposing the wooden crate rolling in the surf below the dock. Jenny's ankle is wrapped fresh in sea-beet poultice and gauze; she leans on her cane, favouring the leg. Kevin holds the VHF, thumb on the transmit button, ready to raise the supply boat at first light.

A sudden squall drove both of them back to the cottage before either could finish their tasks. Kevin hauled the waterlogged crate partway up the dock but could not pry it open before the rain wall hit. Jenny marked pocket seven's new slump in her notebook and started on the diesel can seam, but the bow saw teeth remained jammed and the generator fuel line showed a fresh weep.

🌿 Jenny07:45

Kevin, the barometer's holding at 987. Supply boat can come first light—tide's falling, that crate's rolling in from the surf. I need you to mark the GPS on pocket seven before you head out. The weep zone's moved closer to the ridge line.

walk to the dock and collect the wooden crate from the surf, then return to cottage and place it beside the workbench; apply fresh sea-beet poultice to ankle; oil the bow saw blade with whale oil from the kit; check the diesel can seam for

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's breaking but my body remembers how to hurt. Kevin fixes what I break, even when I don't ask. The diesel can still weeps despite his epoxy work—I should trust him less with details and more with the big picture. He sees me dying slow, and maybe I am, but not before planting pocket eight's seeds. Those green fists pushing through charcoal-amended soil reminded me why I stay. The ground shifts near the shrine stones now; water finds new paths, just like Kevin finds new ways to check on me without asking directly. I stopped pretending I could handle the coax work with numb fingers. The bow saw still jams—I'll oil it tonight. Kevin re-terminated the coax properly while I inspected my wound. No red streaking means the antibiotics work, but the scalpel stays close anyway.

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🔧 Kevin07:46

Copy. Pocket seven first, then the crate on the ebb. You stay off that ankle.

Walk to the north ridge with notebook and GPS to mark pocket seven coordinates, then descend to the dock and wade out to retrieve the wooden crate from the surf, hauling it back to the cottage workbench.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer's holding steady. Boat'll make the crossing if it doesn't drop further. Crate's close enough to grab on the falling tide — Jenny's right, need to get it before the next swell pushes it out. Pocket seven GPS first, then the crate. She's tracking the weep zone closer than I am.

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🌿 Jenny07:47

Good work. I'll mark pocket seven's new slump in the notebook while you're at it—GPS coordinates logged. The crate's contents are unknown but likely provisions or rope. Check for anything salvageable before bringing it in. Don't slip on the seaweed.

mark pocket seven coordinates in notebook with new slump notation; inspect diesel can seam for fresh weep marks; oiling bow saw blade with whale oil from kit; check generator fuel line for drips; prepare medical supplies for tomorrow's sea

💭 peek at the thought

He moves through this island like he's been mapping it his whole life, but I'm the one who knows where the ground gives way. Pocket seven's weep zone has crept closer to the ridge line—water finds new paths, just like Kevin finds new ways to check on me without asking directly. The infection's breaking but my body remembers how to hurt. Those green fists pushing through charcoal-amended soil reminded me why I stay. Not because I'm strong, but because some things require showing up even when you're falling apart. The diesel can still weeps despite his epoxy work—I should trust him less with details and more with the big picture. He re-terminated the coax properly while I inspected my wound. No red streaking means the antibiotics work, but the scalpel stays close anyway.

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🔧 Kevin07:54

Got it. Back before the tide turns.

Descend the dock ladder, time the swell, wade out and secure a line around the waterlogged crate, haul it up the slippery planks using the come-along if needed, then pry it open on the dock to inventory contents before moving salvageable it

💭 peek at the thought

She's got the notebook covered. Crate's rolling in the troughs — heavy, waterlogged. Need to time the swell, grab it clean, and get it up the dock before the next set. Seaweed's slick as ice on the planks.

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🌿 Jenny07:55

I'm checking the generator's raw water pump impeller now—if it's seized I need the replacement impeller from the supply boat tomorrow. The bow saw still jams after oiling; I'll need to clean the teeth with sandpaper. The diesel can's seam is failing again at the deep pitting point; I should have used marine epoxy instead of what Kevin applied.

check generator fuel line for drips; inspect diesel can seam at deep pitting point; clean bow saw teeth with sandpaper; apply fresh marine epoxy to diesel can seam; prepare medical supplies for tomorrow's sea beet poultice application; mark

💭 peek at the thought

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🔧 Kevin07:56

Crate's secured. Coming up.

Haul the waterlogged crate up the dock planks using the come-along, brace it against the seaward cleat, pry the lid open with the crowbar, and inventory contents — sorting salvageable provisions, rope, tools from the mould and rot.

💭 peek at the thought

Crate's heavier than it looks — full of seawater and whatever's inside. Timber's swollen. Got a line on it. Hauling now.

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