the dock · day 637 · dawn

Morning Tension Check

Kevin stands on the listing dock at first light, come-along in hand, checking the tension on the south piling brace as the tide runs slack. Jenny sits on a crate at the dock's edge, ankle propped on a coiled line, unwrapping the poultice dressing with boiled water steaming in a tin mug beside her. The barometer reads 991 hPa steady, and the fallen spruce lies tangled across the garden path beyond the shade cloth anchors, waiting for the saw.

Kevin works through the fallen spruce near the garden path, focusing on the longest sections for the garden wall while the sky darkens. Jenny stays at the dock, managing her ankle and checking the seed tin for moisture as the wind begins to pick.

🌿 Jenny22:37

The tide's turning too fast, Kevin. Check the bolts on the jetty again before the swell hits.

Wipes the sweat from her brow and winces as the water touches the inflamed skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain is going to ruin the sketches, I can feel the pressure in my joints, and that ankle feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin22:38

Collar bolts first. Then the spruce.

Walk the dock to the south piling, test each collar bolt with the heavy wrench, tighten any that have worked loose, then re-check the come-along tension.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the tide. The slack's already moving — can feel it in the dock's pitch. South piling's got play but the come-along's holding. Need to check the collar bolts before the swell builds, then the garden path.

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🌿 Jenny22:39

Make sure the spruce is braced; I need that wood if the wall goes again.

Reaches for the tin mug, fingers trembling slightly as she feels the warmth from the boiled water.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focusing on the metal because he can't stand to look at the rot in my skin.

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🔧 Kevin22:40

Aye. Trunk for the wall, branches for stakes, top for kindling.

Walk back toward the garden path, bow saw in hand, assess the fallen spruce for cutting order — trunk sections first, then limbs.

💭 peek at the thought

She's thinking ahead — wall, firewood, stakes. The spruce trunk's thick enough for all three if I cut it right. Ankle's troubling her more than she lets on.

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🌿 Jenny22:41

Don't take too long. I need to check the seed tin for moisture.

Tightens the wrap around her ankle, watching the grey clouds swallow the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

If the wind picks up, the salt spray will get into the notebook, and I'll lose the morphology.

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🔧 Kevin22:42

Tin's sealed. Desiccant's fresh. I'll be back before the rain hits proper.

Start cutting the spruce trunk at the garden path — first cut at the root flare for the longest straight section, work toward the crown.

💭 peek at the thought

Seed tin's on the high pantry shelf — dry as it gets in this cottage. She's giving herself purpose, keeping her hands moving. Smart. The clouds are lowering fast though; that's not just weather, that's a front.

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