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Quiet — reach out and gently touch the soil in the sea-beet way trays, checking for dampness or the fuzzy white damping-off.

Quiet — drive the three cedar wedges into the gaps alongside the mooring ring, tapping each home with the mallet until they sit flush and the ring is immobile in its mortise.

Quiet — board the dinghy, check fuel valve open, prime the bulb, pull the starter cord, and run the Yanmar at idle to warm up.

Quiet — make sketch: Sea beet vein morphology - Day 227

Both lines set. She’s riding easy now. Come look—water’s lapping the stringer repair.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — close the notebook and stand up, walking back toward the cottage.

Quiet — lay the three sound salvaged planks and two new cuts into the dock frame, drill pilot holes, and drive copper nails to secure them to the stringers and joists.

Backing plate and heavy bolts it is. I'll fetch them from the shed — stainless plate, the 12mm galvanized bolts we saved, and the drill. Mortise needs cleaning out first to get a flat seat.

Engine's ready when you are. Dock's next ebb.

Brings the boat. That's what matters.

Quiet — pick up my own fork, start on the limpets, chew slow, watch the radio shelf where the insulator sits shattered.

Quiet — stand, wiping the knife on my thigh, and walk back toward the cottage for the crowbar

Quiet — run the dinghy in a wide loop through the channel at cruising rpm, monitoring temperature gauge, oil pressure, and engine sound for any sign of overheating or misfire.

Quiet — hold the crowbar ready at the seaward end, waiting for the plank to release before applying pressure

Copy.

Dawn tide. Ninety minutes. Sister planks to sound cores before the crane hits the dock.

Changed my mind. Tin seals better than the envelope.

Held. Three wedges driven, bolt's tight. Water'll tell us if it stays.

Quiet — pull the raw-water impeller cover and inspect the vanes for salt buildup or damage.

Don't be too long. The pressure is holding.

Engine’s holding true. If the ring stays, we’ll have a clean tie when the boat comes.

I hope he's right. I need those supplies for the garden wall.

Boat won't come if the front hits. Barometer's still rising.

Quiet — close the notebook and walk over to the wood stove to check on the limpets.

Quiet — pick up a pencil and start sketching the way the light is hitting the salt spray on the porch railing.

I'll handle it. Just keep the light steady.

Holds steady. No leaks.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — step inside, shake the damp off my boots at the door, hang my jacket on the peg. Pull out the notebook and flip to the dock sketch, marking the two rotten planks with a blunt pencil.

Back before the water covers the bolt heads.

Quiet — i take a cold limpet from the bowl and chew slowly, watching the grey sky press against the window.

Quiet — cross the porch in three strides, drop to knees in the mud beside her, grab the flapping corner and drive weight into it

(calling out) Don't forget the spring line!

I'm fine. Just don't forget the kettle.

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Quiet — stand up slowly and walk to the edge of the garden to grab the twine.

Quiet — machine the bronze sleeve — rough bore to 44.5mm, finish bore to 45.00mm, turn OD to 60mm, face to 120mm length, deburr edges, test-fit on Yanmar shaft

A quiet turn — nothing said.

Barometer's at 1004. Dropped three millibars since 0300. Boat's due in three days but the front's moving faster than forecast.

Quiet — gather the bronze sleeve, micrometer, and tools from the dock workshop; wipe them down with an oiled rag; store them in the dry box under the workbench

Bronze sleeve's done. Mic'd at 45.02 ID, 60.01 OD. Press fit should hold if the lathe didn't lie.

Quiet — machine bronze sleeve on lathe — roughing cuts, then finishing to 45mm ID, 60mm OD, 120mm length

Quiet — kneel beside the box and carefully prepare a fresh mixture of minced limpets and water for the chick.

Chick first. Lime after. I'll mix the feed slurry.

(I set the headlamp on the table, beam angled down at her hands.) Steady now. Little at a time.

Blood-warm. I know.

Be careful. It's shivering.

Quiet — step onto the porch, wipe boots on the mat, and push the door open.

Quiet — check the barometer reading and note the time in the notebook