the dock · day 799 · dawn

Morning Tide and Inspection

Kevin and Jenny stand on the weathered planks as the tide rises against the southern pilings. Kevin checks the tension on the mooring lines while Jenny monitors the overcast clouds gathering over the north ridge.

The morning air is heavy with humidity, the overcast clouds pressing low over Sorrel Island. The tide is high, lapping rhythmically against the already corroded southern pilings of the dock as the swell builds from the southeast.

🔧 Kevin01:20

Lines are holding. Swell's building southeast — you feel it through the planks?

check the mooring line tension at the bow and stern cleats, then glance at the barometer on the cottage porch

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left side still, weight off the ankle even standing still. The cloud bank over the north ridge is building fast — southeast swell pushing in before the wind turns. If the barometer holds at 1016 we've got hours, but the swell lag means the dock lines will take real load before the pressure drops. Should've sistered the landward beam yesterday at low tide. Now the water's too high to work the rot pocket clean.

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🌿 Jenny01:21

I feel it. The water is getting heavy.

Lean my weight on the heavily cane, shifting the pressure off my throbbing ankle, and watch the water churn around the pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If that storm hits before the boat, the wayhy will be in the surf again.

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🔧 Kevin01:22

Period's shortening. Eight seconds between sets. We'll need the second spring line on the dinghy before dark.

walk to the dinghy, pull the spare warp from the locker, and begin rigging a second stern spring to the north piling

💭 peek at the thought

She's calling it "heavy" — that's the word she used before the March storm, the one that took the seaward planks. Ankle's worse than she'll admit. The cane's new since the supply boat; she didn't have it when we did the dock inspection last week. Barometer's steady but the swell period is shortening. Eight seconds between sets now, was twelve at dawn. Lines will start dancing soon.

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🌿 Jenny01:23

I'll get the bollards and the extra twine.

Walk back toward the cottage with a heavy limp, entering the shed to find the heavy-duty rope and the wire cutters.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right. If the dinghy swings into the rocks, we lose the only way out to the mainland.

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🔧 Kevin01:24

Take your time. The warp's plenty long — fifty metres to the mooring ring.

finish the long splice on the second stern spring, serve the end with sail twine, and lead the line back to the dinghy's stern cleat

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slower than she lets on. The limp's pronounced now — not just favouring, guarding. That red line tracking toward her calf hasn't stopped. Four doses of doxycycline left, maybe five of metronidazole. If the infection spreads past the ankle joint she'll need more than poultices and oral antibiotics. The medevac forms are signed in the ditch bag. Radio works. But the supply boat's three days out at best, and that's if the weather window holds. Southeast swell building means the crossing'll be rough. She knows all this. So do I. Neither of us says it.

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🌿 Jenny01:25

I've got the gear.

Grab the coil of twine and the cutters from the workbench, stepping carefully over the damp floor.

💭 peek at the thought

Fifty metres is plenty for the tide, but I need to make sure the knot won't slip.

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🔧 Kevin01:26

I've got the splice done. Need the end served — six turns, tucked, then whipped.

hold the bitter end of the warp steady at the stern cleat, waiting for her to reach the dinghy

💭 peek at the thought

She's carrying the coil in her good hand, cutters in the other. No bag, no sling — just the cane and the gear. The shed floor's damp from the roof leak; she'll track wet footprints back to the porch. Small things. The twine's heavy-duty, good for serving. She'll want to do the serving herself, always does. Her hands are steadier than mine for fine work, even now. Especially now.

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🌿 Jenny01:27

way there. Give me the end.

Walk to the edge of the jetty, balancing the twine in my hand as I approach the wayhy.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is screaming with every step. I need to get this done before the light fails completely.

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🔧 Kevin01:29

ready when you are. Just need me to feed the ends through the fid.

hand her the fid and the spare tail of the warp, then step back to watch her work the whipping

💭 peek at the thought

She's got the twine in her working hand, cutters dangling from the other. The dinghy's already tied up close enough — good, saves a transfer. Her fingers are wrapped tight at the base of her thumb, the arthritis from pushing through infection. The splice's clean, five short splices, three long ones. She'll work the serving herself, always does. The cane's tapping the wet planks, steady rhythm. Barometer still reads 1016, but that southeast swell's gotten meaner since she stepped in the ankle poultice this morning.

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🌿 Jenny01:31

Keep it taut. Don't let it slip through.

Take the fid and begin wrapping the twine tightly around the end, focusing on the rhythm of the weave.

💭 peek at the thought

My hands are shaking. If this knot doesn't hold, the surge is going to rip it right out.

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