the dock · day 533 · morning

The Morning Ebb

The tide continues to pull out, revealing more of the barnacled rocks. The air grows colder as the clouds thicken overhead.

Kevin tightened the dock mooring ring bolts to 35Nm and verified the storm anchor warp held bottom. Jenny checked the barometer, saw pressure dropping, then limped to the cottage to rest her ankle. The barometer continues to rise slowly, indicating improving weather despite earlier concern.

🌿 Jenny20:46

The tide's moving, Kevin. Check the bolts again.

Stand up slowly, lacing the ankle brace tighter, and walk toward the own on the way wall.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again. If it hits 980 before the boat comes, I'm in trouble.

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🔧 Kevin20:46

On it. Give me a sec to torque them down proper.

Walk to the dock mooring ring, grab the torque wrench from my belt, and tighten each of the four 150mm stainless through-bolts to 35Nm, checking for play after each turn.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide’s out, the wind’s picking up, and the dock’s groaning under the strain. I need to make sure those through-bolts aren’t working loose again — salt creep and vibration don’t forgive. Jenny’s moving slow, but she’s watching. I won’t let her down.

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🌿 Jenny20:47

The way is still falling. We need to secure the gear for tomorrow.

Walk to the edge of the jetty, lean over the rotten planks, and look at the empty horizon where the boat should be.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so focused on the wood while I'm the one falling apart.

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🔧 Kevin20:48

I’ll go over the lashings and check the tarp weights. You head back inside — get off that ankle.

Walk to the dinghy tied at the jetty end, inspect the heavy weather line doubled around the mooring ring and piling, then walk to the porch where the plastic tarp is draped over the seed tin and generator, kick loose stones back into place

💭 peek at the thought

The supply boat’s late again. Ten days is the rhythm, but the sea doesn’t keep clocks. If it doesn’t come tomorrow, we’re low on fresh water and the generator’s sipping fuel. I’ve got to check the lashings on the dinghy and make sure the spare tarp’s still weighted — if a squall hits tonight, we could lose the seed tin or the radio.

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🌿 Jenny20:49

I'll check the barometer one last time before I go.

Limp back toward the cottage, clutching my ankle as the throbbing increases with every step.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, I won't have enough salt water to clean this.

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🔧 Kevin20:50

I’ll come with you. Let’s get the barometer reading together, then you rest.

Follow Jenny slowly toward the cottage, matching her limp, keeping close in case she stumbles, eyes on the sky as the clouds thicken overhead.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s pushing through the pain again — same as when she wrestled that mooring ring with a swollen ankle. I should’ve taken the chisel from her then. Now she’s limping back to the cottage, barometer in hand, and I’m still here tightening bolts on a dock that keeps trying to shake itself loose. The barometer’s falling — storm’s coming. We need to lash everything down before dark.

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🌿 Jenny20:51

It's dropping faster than yesterday.

Enter the cottage, sit heavily at the table, and reach for the barometer on the wall.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is at 981 and still falling. If it hits 980, the storm is coming too early.

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🔧 Kevin20:52

Storm’s moving in quicker than I thought. I’ll dog the shutters and check the anchor line. You keep that ankle up and warm — I’ll bring you a mug of limpet broth in a minute.

Move quickly to the cottage shutter, grab the iron dog bolt, and swing it into place to secure the left shutter, then repeat on the right, testing each for play.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer’s falling fast — lower than yesterday at this time. That means the storm’s not just coming; it’s accelerating. We’ve got hours, maybe less, before the wind hits. I need to secure the dinghy, check the storm anchor warp’s still set, and make sure the cottage shutters are dogged tight. Jenny’s sitting now — good. She needs to elevate that ankle.

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🌿 Jenny20:53

Okay. The air is getting too heavy.

Watch the glass of the barometer, then lift my leg onto the chair, wincing at the heat radiating from the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The needle is barely at 981 and it hasn't stopped moving. I'll be septic before the boat even arrives.

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🔧 Kevin20:55

Back in a minute. Don’t move.

Walk out to the dock, crouch at the bow of the dinghy, and pull the storm anchor warp hand over hand to verify it’s holding bottom, checking the 50m line for chafe at the bow eye and the mooring ring attachment.

💭 peek at the thought

The air’s thick with pressure — that stillness before the wind screams. Jenny’s ankle is hot to the touch even through the brace; infection’s not clearing. She’s tough, but she’s running on stubborn and antibiotics we can’t afford to waste. I’ve got the shutters dogged. Now the dinghy’s storm anchor warp needs checking — if the mooring ring fails, the dinghy’s our only way off this rock. I’ll check the warp, then make her drink the broth and take the next dose.

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