The storm breaks fully
Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the wind picks up, the tide reaches the top of the pilings.
Kevin cleaned the Yanmar fuel filter housing of silt and reassembled it, while Jenny debrided her infected ankle with a scalpel and applied a fresh sea beet poultice. Both worked through the grey midday as the barometer held steady at 998 hPa.
Tide's high. Dock's holding. You shouldn't be walking the pilings in this swell.
Wipe hands on a rag, set the fuel filter housing aside on the dock planking, and glance up at the mooring ring bolts.
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The seed trays are fine. I need to get back to the garden.
Jenny shifts her weight to her good leg, wincing as the salt spray stings the raw skin on her ankle.
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Trays are under the tarp. They'll wait. Your ankle takes the ridge path in this slop, you'll tear the wound open.
Pick up the cleaned filter housing, turn toward the cottage, and walk slow enough she can match pace if she follows.
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I can walk fine, Kevin.
Jenny stares at the grey horizon, then follows him back toward the cottage, way her sketchbook to her chest.
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Didn't say you couldn't walk. Said you'll tear it open. Difference.
Keep walking toward the cottage, path muddy from the rising tide, boots sinking slightly with each step.
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Right.
Jenny bites her lip, her breath hitching as the ankle throbbing flares with every step on the incline.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.