the dock · day 539 · dawn

Pre-Storm Tension

Kevin sits on the edge of the dock, checking the rising tide against the newly reinforced pilings while Jenny sits on a crate nearby, her ankle elevated on a bucket as she watches the pale jellyfish drift into the grey water.

Kevin and Jenny secured the dinghy lines against the rising tide, with Jenny correcting Kevin's overtight knot to allow proper give in the swell. They acknowledged the storm's accelerated approach and the need to reinforce the dock mooring ring before the supply boat arrives.

🔧 Kevin03:19

Nothing yet. Just listening to the water lap under the dock.

Sit still, hands on knees, watching the tide rise against the oak-shimed pilings. Feel the vibration in the wood as the swell lifts and settles. Wait for her to speak—or not.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide’s coming up fast—good thing those pilings held. Jenny’s quiet today, but her eyes are sharp. She’s watching the jellyfish like they’re telling her something. I wonder if she’s thinking about the mainland, or if she’s just glad to be still for once.

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🌿 Jenny03:21

The tide's coming in faster than you predicted. We should have secured the lines again.

Tighten the bow line on the dinghy, fingers white against the salt-slicked rope.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping too fast for this kind of overcast; if the surge hits, the dinghy is the first thing to go.

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🔧 Kevin03:21

You’re right. I was watching the pilings, not the water under them." (I push up, slow, and move to the dinghy’s stern line, keeping my weight off my left knee.) "Let me take that—your ankle’s still tender.

Reach for the bow line, fingers brushing hers as I take the rope. Begin re-tying it with a round turn and two half-hitches, snug but not tight—let it breathe with the tide. Keep my voice low, eyes on the knot, not her face.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—I misjudged the surge. The oak shims are holding, but the mooring ring’s still got play. She’s already moving, ankle or not. I should’ve listened to the barometer’s drop last night. Pride’s a bad tide gauge.

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🌿 Jenny03:23

It's too tight. You'll snap the wood when the' picks up.

Give the rope slack, testing the tension while ignoring the sharp heat pulsing in my lower leg.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a knot can fix the fact that the rot is already deep in the timber.

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🔧 Kevin03:23

Fair enough. Show me.

Step back, hands loose at my sides. Watch her work the line—how she reads the give in the timber, the way the piling groans. Don't offer help unless she asks. Memorize the knot she ties.

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the wood better than she lets on. Greenheart's tough but brittle when it's old and salt-cured. She's not just watching the rope—she's feeling the dock breathe. The ankle's screaming at her and she's still correcting me.

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🌿 Jenny03:25

Look. It needs room to move with the swell. If you fight the ocean, you lose.

Step back, my breath hitching as I shift my weight away from the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'm stuck with a rotting leg and a sinking dock.

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🔧 Kevin03:25

You’re right again. I keep trying to nail everything down like it’s a diesel block. But the sea don’t work that way. (I nod at the rope, then at her ankle.) You gonna let me wrap that later? Or you gonna make me beg?

Shift my weight to the balls of my feet, ready to move if she stumbles. Keep my voice light, but my eyes stay on her—watching how she stands, how she breathes. Wait for her answer before I move closer.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not just talking about the dock. She’s talking about me—about holding on too tight to things that need to bend. The ankle’s a warning, not just a hurt. I’ve been bracing against the wrong current.

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🌿 Jenny03:27

Don't be dramatic. Just get the lines right before the wind picks up.

Watch her hands on the rope, waiting for her to move.

💭 peek at the thought

She's going quiet again. That silence is heavier than the tide hitting the wood.

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