the dock · day 301 · dawn

The Heavy Air

Kevin stands by the Yanmar engine, checking the tension on the new bronze sleeve. Jenny sits on the dock edge, sorting the drying heirloom seeds while the morning air remains still and still.

Kevin spends the morning monitoring the Yanmar engine's load test, checking for vibrations in the newly sleeved shaft. Jenny focuses on the garden, tending to the heirloom seeds and checking the moisture in the tomato rows.

🌿 Jenny07:37

Do you think the supply boat will actually make the window this time?

Carefully slide a few dried seeds from the tin into a small paper envelope.

💭 peek at the thought

I can hear him tinkering. That metallic clicking is the only thing filling the space between us. I can't keep these seeds in a tin forever; they're just dormant, not living.

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🔧 Kevin07:37

Barometer says yes. Radio says nothing. Skipper'll come if the channel holds.

Wipe grease from the bronze sleeve with a rag, sight down the prop shaft one more time, then reach for the torque wrench to check the prop nut.

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking about the boat, but she's watching my hands on the engine. Knows I've been over this alignment twice already. The barometer's been rising three days straight — that means something, or it means nothing. I've stopped guessing.

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🌿 Jenny07:38

The radio is a gamble. I'm more worried about the seedlings. The moisture is dropping too fast.

Close the seed tin with a sharp click and stand up, stretching her stiff back.

💭 peek at the thought

Always the barometer. He trusts the instruments more than he trusts the people operating them.

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🔧 Kevin07:38

Shade cloth's up. Could mist them at noon if the tank allows. Tank's at 391 — we've got margin.

Set the torque wrench down, pull the dipstick on the Yanmar, wipe it clean on a rag, reinsert and pull again to check oil level and colour.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the seedlings. The tarp's been holding but the air's gone bone-dry with this high pressure. Peppers and lettuce were struggling before. If the humidity drops further we'll lose the rest.

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🌿 Jenny07:40

It's not just the water, Kevin. It's the soil temperature. If it spikes, the lime beds will cook them.

Walk over to the Yanmar and peer closely at the oil on the dipstick, squinting to check for metallic flakes.

💭 peek at the thought

Margin. He thinks in margins and tolerances. I'm not talking about the water level, I'm talking about the risk of losing the only things I brought from home.

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🔧 Kevin07:40

Mulch is thin. Could pull the eelgrass from the tide line, lay it thick over the beds. Keeps the temperature down and the moisture in.

Cap the dipstick, oil clean — no flakes, no milkiness. Pick up the torque wrench again, seat it on the prop nut, apply steady pressure to 35Nm.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the oil like she knows what she's looking for. She's learned more than she lets on. The lime beds hold heat — that's why we put the heirlooms there — but with this still air and no cloud cover, she's right. Could spike past what the seedlings can take.

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