the dock · day 383 · midday

Low Tide Inspection

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the tide has finally receded. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, but the wind is picking up from the north.

The rain slows to a steady drizzle as the tide retreats, exposing the barnacled wood of the dock's frame. Kevin heads toward the cottage to fetch the bucket of salt water while Jenny remains on the bench, clutching her notebook to fight the rising chill and the throbbing pain in her ankle.

🔧 Kevin16:34

Ring's exposed. You stay back on the sound planks.

walk to the seaward end of the dock, crouch at the mooring ring mortise, probe the greenheart sister plank joint with the nail puller

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's down far enough to see the ring mortise proper. Wind's backing north — not the direction I'd want for the supply boat approach. She's moving careful on that ankle.

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🌿 Jenny16:35

The barometer is at 981. It's coming in.

Lean heavily against the dock post, clutching the notebook to my chest, watching him poke at the rot in the timber.

💭 peek at the thought

The wood is softer than it looked; if that boat hits it hard, the whole assembly comes away.

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🔧 Kevin16:36

Boat's not coming tomorrow. Pressure's wrong for it.

straighten, wipe hands on thighs, glance at the channel where whitecaps are building

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the glass same as me. 981 and falling with north wind means the boat's not making the crossing tomorrow. Ankle's bad enough without her standing in the chop.

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🌿 Jenny16:37

Then I need to finish the salt soak now.

Shift my weight to the good leg, wincing as a sharp了一 shoots through my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I run out of antibiotics before the infection clears my leg.

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🔧 Kevin16:38

I'll fetch the bucket. You sit.

turn toward the cottage path, stride measured to the slope

💭 peek at the thought

She's pushing through it. Salt soak means the limpets — bucket's at the cottage. She'll never make the round trip on that ankle in this wind.

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🌿 Jenny16:38

Don't be long. The water is cooling.

Sit on the dry bench, opening the notebook to the sea beet sketch to keep my hands from shaking.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks I'm fragile, but I need to see every inch of this rot.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.