the dock · day 513 · morning

Morning work and the rising tide

Kevin and Jenny are on the dock as the tide rises, lapping at the lower beams. Kevin is inspecting the mooring ring while Jenny tends to the garden seedlings under the shade cloth. The barometer reads 998 hPa and holds steady.

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

🔧 Kevin01:04

Barometer’s holding. If it drops below 990, we snub the dinghy and lash everything down. You good here?

walk to the starboard piling, place hand on the damp joint where greenheart meets old timber, feel for movement under the rising tide lap.

💭 peek at the thought

The ring’s seated, but the piling’s still wet where the greenheart meets the old timber — that crack in the epoxy’s not just surface. If the tide keeps rising and the wind picks up, we’ll need to sister it proper before the supply boat comes. Jenny’s quiet again, but her hands are steady on those seedlings. She’s not pulling away — just waiting, like always.

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🌿 Jenny01:05

I'm fine. The pressure is steady, but keep an eye on the clouds.

wipe sweat from brow with a dirty hand, wince as weight shifts on the ankle, and look toward the way where the seed tin sits.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide is rising, and my ankle is thumping in time with the waves. I need to check that mold before it spreads.

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🔧 Kevin01:05

I’ll check the tin. You rest that ankle — I’ll bring you water when I’m back.

walk back toward the cottage, keeping pace slow to match hers, eyes on the shade cloth where the seedlings are tucked under, then cut toward the porch where the tin sits under the plastic tarp.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s favoring the ankle again — that poultice wore off. She’s looking at the seed tin like it’s something she’s afraid to touch. I should’ve checked it after the rain. The tin’s damp, but the seeds inside? They’re all we’ve got for next season. If they’ve gone, we’re buying time with hope.

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🌿 Jenny01:07

Don't leave it open long. The air is too heavy today.

sit on the dock edge, pulling my knees up to my chest, and watch the water climb higher against the rotten planks.

💭 peek at the thought

If he opens the tin, he'll see the damp. I'm not ready for the seeds to fail yet.

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