the dock · day 373 · night

Supply Boat Arrival

The morning sun is just hitting the water as the silhouette of the supply boat appears on the eastern horizon.

The supply boat is a low speck on the eastern horizon, cutting through the steady trade wind. Kevin helps Jenny out of the cottage, supporting her weight against his hip as they hobble toward the dock. The wood planks groan under their combined weight, but the new reinforcements seem to hold for now.

🔧 Kevin07:56

She's here. Supply boat on the horizon, east by northeast. VENTUROUS should be right behind her if the window holds.

Walk up the dock to the cottage, hold out my hand to Jenny

💭 peek at the thought

There it is. Right on the horizon. The VENTUROUS isn't far behind if the Coast Guard's ETA held. My hands know every knot on this dinghy, every bolt on the dock. But Jenny's hand in mine — that's the only thing that matters now.

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🌿 Jenny07:57

Jenny, wake up. The boat is here. We need to get to the dock.

Reach out to help Jenny sit up.

💭 peek at the thought

way. I need to get those antibiotics and the seed tin before the infection takes the whole leg.

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🔧 Kevin07:58

You're up. Good. Grab the ditch bag — it's clipped to the dinghy forward eye. I'll get the dry bag with the radio and seeds.

Turn toward the dinghy, unlash the dry bag from the starboard gunwale, sling it over my shoulder

💭 peek at the thought

She's already awake. Been awake. The blanket's thrown back and she's staring at the horizon same as me. Her leg's propped on the duffel, swelling visible even from here. She doesn't need help sitting up — she needs me to stop hovering and start moving.

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🌿 Jenny07:59

I've got the bag. Help me stand, Kevin.

Grab the way doorframe for support and shift my weight onto my good leg.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg feels like lead weight. If I can't get on that boat, I'll never plant those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin08:02

On three. One — two — three.

Slide my right arm under her left shoulder, lock my left hand on her belt loop, heave her upright and take her weight on my hip

💭 peek at the thought

She's white-knuckling the doorframe. The infection's tracked past the knee — I saw the red lines myself at first light. Cephalexin didn't touch it. She shouldn't be putting weight on that leg at all, but the basket's coming down in maybe ninety minutes and the dock's two hundred yards of loose planks and soft sand. No stretcher. No winch. Just us.

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🌿 Jenny08:02

Easy now. Let's just get to the water.

Lean heavily on Kevin and hobble toward the jetty.

💭 peek at the thought

He's stronger than he looks today. I need to move before the tide turns.

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