the dock · day 299 · dawn

Fog and Mooring

The thick fog swallows the lighthouse, leaving the dock in a damp grey void. Kevin checks the tension on the dinghy's forward line while Jenny monitors the barometer on the porch.

Thick fog rolls off the water, obscuring the lighthouse. Kevin checks the dinghy's mooring lines in the dim light while Jenny heads to the garden to manage the seedlings under humidity.

🌿 Jenny05:47

Fog's thick. You can't even see the end of the jetty from here.

Walk down the dock toward Kevin, favoring the bad ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

1009 hPa. Steady, for now. I can feel the moisture clinging to my skin, and my ankle is throbbing in time with the tide.

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🔧 Kevin05:47

Forward spring's slack. Tide pulled it sideways. Stay on the planks — the rotten ones are marked.

Crouch at the cleat, pull the forward spring tight, and re-snub it with a rolling hitch, then test the tension with body weight.

💭 peek at the thought

Fog's swallowing the sound too. She's walking the dock on a bad ankle when she should be off it. The forward spring took slack overnight — tide pulled it different than I figured.

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🌿 Jenny05:48

I know where the rot is, Kevin. I'm the one who pulled the planks.

Stop a few feet behind him and look out into the fog, leaning slightly on one leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He's obsessing over the lines again. It's his way of feeling in control when the world disappears into grey.

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🔧 Kevin05:48

Fair enough. Radio at 0800. I'll leave the bag by the set.

Stand, wipe hands on trousers, and walk back toward the cottage alongside her, matching pace to the bad ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

She pulled the planks. She knows the dock better than I gave her credit for. The fog's eating the horizon — supply boat won't see the jetty if it comes today.

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