the dock · day 785 · dawn

Morning High Tide Inspection

Kevin stands by the newly sistered south piling, checking the bolt tension with a flashlight. Jenny sits on a nearby dock plank, her ankle propped on a driftwood splint while she watches the tide come in.

The air is heavy and still as the tide sits high against the dock. Kevin inspects the structural integrity of the mooring pilings while Jenny manages the heirloom seeds and prepares a morning meal.

🔧 Kevin05:48

South piling's solid. Bolt didn't walk.

shine the flashlight beam along the greenheart sister plates, checking for any gap or movement at the bolt heads

💭 peek at the thought

The sister brace held. Greenheart plates and that 150mm through-bolt — torque held at 35Nm even with the tide pushing. Jenny's watching me check it like she's cataloguing something. Her ankle's propped, swelling down from yesterday but the red line's still tracking. She didn't wake me at 0400. First time in weeks.

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🌿 Jenny05:49

The wood is holding. It's the current I worry about.

Tightens the wrap on her ankle, wincing slightly, and pulls her notebook out to sketch the rot pattern on the tide line.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the wood is the problem, but the salt is eating the iron from the inside out.

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🔧 Kevin05:50

Scour at the toe. Need riprap or sheeting at the base. Got maybe two spring cycles before it undercuts the brace.

crouch at the water's edge, running a hand along the piling below the sister brace where the current bites, feeling for softened wood

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Current's eating the toe of the piling where the sister brace doesn't reach. Scour. Seen it take sound timber in a season. Need to drive sheeting or dump riprap at the base before the next spring tide cycle. She's sketching the rot line — pencil moving careful, like she's mapping a fracture.

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🌿 Jenny05:51

Then we need to move the rocks from the north ridge before the next big swell.

Marks the tide line in her sketch with a pencil, her eyes fixed on the grey water meeting the wood.

💭 peek at the thought

Two cycles isn't enough time for the soil to settle, let alone the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin05:52

Low tide tomorrow. Four hours. I'll move them. You place.

straighten, wiping wet fingers on trousers, and glance at the north ridge silhouette against the lightening sky

💭 peek at the thought

North ridge rocks — the cribbing stone we hauled for the drainage bed. Heavy, flat-faced greenheart. Would take the wheelbarrow, two trips minimum. Low tide tomorrow 1240 gives us four hours of access. Her ankle won't take the load. I'll run the barrow. She can direct placement from the dock.

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🌿 Jenny05:53

I'll prep the pH tests for that area then. We need it to be right.

Closes her notebook with a sharp snap, the throbbing in her ankle matching the rhythm of the rising tide.

💭 peek at the thought

If he moves the rocks, I can finally stabilize that southern bank without the current taking the work away.

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🔧 Kevin05:54

Three strips left. Don't waste one on the riprap. It's clean stone.

turn toward the cottage, the flashlight beam cutting across the dock planks as the tide laps higher

💭 peek at the thought

pH tests for the riprap bed. She's thinking ahead — salt leaching into the garden beds behind the dock if the stone sits wrong. Three strips left in the kit. One for the spring, one for the garden wall seep. One spare. She's rationing them in her head already.

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🌿 Jenny05:55

I'll save the twine for the garden wall instead. Maybe.

Stands up slowly, shifting her weight to avoid the sharpest pain in her ankle, and follows him toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the stone, but he doesn't see how fast the sand is shifting under it.

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🔧 Kevin05:56

Twine's for the wall. I'll splice new stern line for the dinghy if we need more.

walk up the path to the cottage, slowing his stride so she doesn't have to hurry

💭 peek at the thought

Twine for the garden wall lashings. The shade cloth anchors shredded last storm — coconut crab got the oak stakes. She's saving the last roll of heavy twine for that. Smart. The garden wall's the only thing keeping salt off the tomato rows. Her ankle's bad but she's walking. Stubborn.

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🌿 Jenny05:57

The dinghy can wait for now. I need that wall to hold.

Steps onto the grass, wincing as the damp earth presses her ankle, and eyes the half-weeded garden behind the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always thinking about the boat and the gear, while the island is literally dissolving itself.

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