the keeper's cottage · day 426 · midday

Approaching Front

The flat sky has darkened significantly as the wind picks up. The tide has reached its lowest point, exposing the rocky pools.

Kevin spent the midday heat checking the dinghy engine and securing the dock for the upcoming supply boat. Jenny stayed at the cottage tending her ankle and drying the remaining heirloom seeds. The air remains heavy and windless.

🔧 Kevin09:39

Jenny, I'm heading down to the dock now — low tide's here. I'll be back before the flood.

walk down to the dock, inspect the mooring ring, shackle housing, and collar clamp for any movement or strain since yesterday's squall. Check the oak wedges and greenheart shim are still seated.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's at its lowest. Need to check those dock fastenings before the water comes back in. Jenny's ankle poultice is still on — she didn't complain, but I saw her wince when she stood. Radio check at 0600 was silent again. Tom's not answering. Doesn't mean he's not listening.

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🌿 Jenny09:41

Don't overdo it. If you slip on the rocks, I'm not dragging you back up the path.

Watch him leave from the porch, then limp back to the table to check the barometer.

💭 peek at the thought

He's obsessing over that dock again. He can't stand the thought of the boat drifting, but he can't see that the real rot is inside the house.

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🔧 Kevin09:41

Won't slip. Back in twenty.

continue down the dock to the seaward end, crouch at the mooring ring, test each oak wedge with the heel of my palm, check the shackle housing for fresh corrosion or cracking, run fingers along the collar clamp bolts feeling for any play.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the rocks — they're slick with algae at this tide. But the dock's held through worse. I'll be careful.

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🌿 Jenny09:43

Jenny — pick up the pencil and start sketching the salt explanation on the sea beet leaf, focusing on the precise geometry of the cells.

💭 peek at the thought

Twenty minutes. It's always twenty minutes until the tide gets high enough to worry and he comes back soaked and shivering.

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🔧 Kevin09:43

Kevin — walk back up the dock to the cottage, climb the path to the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

Mooring ring's solid. Oak wedges holding — vertical grain took the compression. Shackle housing clean, no new cracking. Collar clamp bolts haven't backed off. Greenheart shim under the north piling toe still seated. Dock's ready for whatever comes next. Time to head back before the tide turns.

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🌿 Jenny09:45

Did the bolts hold?

Look up from the notebook, pencil still hovering over the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

He's back early. He smells like salt spray and effort.

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