the dock · day 326 · morning

Pre-storm Calm

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the overcast skies thicken and the air grows heavy with the season humidity.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin08:52

Morning. Barometer's down to 1031 and falling faster. Wind'll back southwest by noon, blow twenty-five thirty knots before dark.

lean against the dock piling, arms crossed, watching the dinghy ride the rising tide

💭 peek at the thought

She's here. The air's thick enough to drink. Barometer's still dropping — front's pushing harder than the forecast said. She looks like she's been walking the garden rows again, checking what the damp took overnight.

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🌿 Jenny08:53

Then I have four hours to get done before the wind turns.

Jenny wipes her damp hands on her trousers and looks at the two rotten planks on the jetty.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always looking at the sky while I'm looking at the dirt. If the rain comes now, the poppy will just wash away before it even roots.

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🔧 Kevin08:55

Doubler plate's holding the ring. Sister plank's bolted on the starboard piling. Just the deck boards left.

push off the piling, walk to the end of the jetty, crouch to probe the rot with a finger

💭 peek at the thought

Four hours. She's counting the window. The planks are worse than yesterday — tide's been working them. If the supply boat comes in this blow, those gaps'll take the fenders and the hull.

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🌿 Jenny08:55

Don't step on them yet. I'll get the spade and the crowbar.

Jenny turns toward the cottage, her pace quick to reach the garden tools and the seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

The wood is soft, like overripe fruit. I need to de-stabilize those before the boat hits.

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🔧 Kevin08:56

Take the mallet too. Wedges are in the workshop by the door.

stand, brush wet grit from fingers, scan the pilings for fresh movement

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving fast. Good. The rot's eaten through to the stringer on the port side — I felt the give. Crowbar'll pop them clean if she gets the angle right. Spade's for the muck underneath.

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🌿 Jenny08:57

I got it.

Jenny enters the workshop, eyes scanning the bench for the mallet and the rusted tin of seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the mallet. If I don't way those boards, the whole thing will shift.

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🔧 Kevin08:58

Kevin — turn back to the dock, grip the sound plank edge, test the first rotten board with boot weight — slow, ready to shift

💭 peek at the thought

She's got the list in her head. Mallet, wedges, crowbar, spade. The seed tin's on the shelf above the bench — she'll see it. Might take a handful for the garden after. Rain's holding off for now but the cloud base is dropping. Smell of ozone in it.

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🌿 Jenny08:59

Easy with the weight.

Jenny grabs the heavy mallet and the crowbar, tucking the seed tin under her arm for safety.

💭 peek at the thought

If those planks go, the dinghy goes with them. I need to get the crowbar out there first.

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