the old shrine · day 256 · evening

The Approaching Gale

The rain intensifies into a blinding sheetspour, obscuring the view of the sea. The tide is rising rapidly, sending waves crashing against the dock pilings.

Kevin and Jenny remain at the old shrine as the humidity hangs heavy and the pressure continues to drop. Jenny examines the heirloom seed tin while Kevin inspects the Yanmar engine for signs of wear.

🌿 Jenny13:50

Kevin, get inside! The water is too high!

Grab the seed tin and retreat into the cottage, slamming the heavy door against the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

The surge is going to take the dinghy if that ring doesn't hold, and everything else.

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🔧 Kevin13:51

On my way! Just securing the dinghy—won't be a minute!

sprint to the dock, grab the heavy weather line rigged as a stern spring, and take a half-turn around the mooring post to hold the dinghy off the pilings as waves hit.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's rising faster than I thought—dock's going under if I don't move. Jenny's right. I need to get inside, but not before I check the mooring ring one last time. It's shifting, and if it goes, the dinghy could smash against the pilings.

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🌿 Jenny13:52

Kevin, stop! The ring is pulling! Come back now!

Peer through the window, watching the dinghy strain against the line as the white water foams over the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

He's going to get swept out. The tide is too fast for those old bolts.

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🔧 Kevin13:53

I'm cutting it free—it's taking the dock with it!

grab the knife from my belt, slash the heavy weather line where it's tied to the mooring post, then shove the dinghy hard seaward to clear the pilings as the ring tears loose.

💭 peek at the thought

The ring's tearing out—I can feel it in the line. If it goes, the dinghy becomes a battering ram. I've got seconds to cut it loose or risk losing both boat and dock.

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🌿 Jenny13:54

Kevin, get out of there! The surge is coming!

Bolt the door and grab the radio, watching the dinghy bob in the dark.

💭 peek at the thought

The ring is gone. If the dinghy hits the rocks, we have no way out to the mainland.

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🔧 Kevin13:55

Dinghy's adrift! I'm climbing the pilings—stay inside!

leap for the nearest piling as a wave lifts me, lock arms and legs around the salt-slick timber, and climb hand-over-hand through the surge toward the cottage deck, timing each move between breaking waves.

💭 peek at the thought

The dinghy's clear of the pilings but she's dancing in the surge, no anchor, no mooring, no way back to the dock. I'm in the water if I don't move now—steps are gone, ladder's under. Only way up is the seaward face, hand over hand on the pilings while the waves try to peel me off.

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🌿 Jenny13:56

Kevin! Reach for the railing! I'm coming out!

Throw the door open and lean into the wind, trying to see him in the dark.

💭 peek at the thought

way's way too high. If he slips, he'll be lost in the surf.

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🔧 Kevin13:56

Almost there—don't come out! I'm grabbing the rail!

dig my boots into a seam, heave upward, and latch onto the cottage railing with one hand, then pull myself up and over onto the deck as Jenny lunges to grab my wrist.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm halfway up the piling, waves slamming my chest, hands raw. Jenny's in the doorway, but if she steps out now, she'll get swept off the step. I need to get to the railing she can reach—just a few more holds.

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🌿 Jenny13:58

I've got you! Pull, Kevin!

Wrap both hands around his arm and haul his weight onto the wood deck as the tide crashes against the

💭 peek at the thought

My hands are shaking. If I don't hold, the next wave takes him.

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🔧 Kevin13:58

Inside. Now.

shove the door shut behind us, throw the bolt, and lean back against the wall, lungs burning, hands slick with salt and blood.

💭 peek at the thought

Made it. Deck under my boots. Jenny's grip is iron—she's shaking but she held me. The wind tears at us both. Need to get inside before the next set hits the deck.

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