the dock · day 917 · morning

The Tide Turns

You and Jenny are still together at the dock as the water begins to creep back toward the pilings.

Kevin and Jenny worked against the rising tide to pry open the waterlogged crate at the dock. After a grueling effort, the last rusted pin finally gave way, allowing them to haul the lid off. Inside, the heirloom seed tins remained dry and protected from the salt spray.

🔧 Kevin01:30

Tide's coming in. Crowbar's done. You want to keep hammering the pins, or we cut our losses?

wipe sweat from eyes, glance at the waterline creeping up the pilings

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's turning. Water's already licking at the lower pilings. We've got minutes before this crate's submerged again. Crowbar's useless — tip's gone, wood's swollen tighter than a drum. Need another way in, or we walk away and let the sea have it.

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🌿 Jenny01:31

One more. The last pin is loose.

Set the chisel against the remaining pin and hammer with a heavy, focused strike.

💭 peek at the thought

If I leave it now, the salt wins, and I'll never know if that soil could actually hold them.

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🔧 Kevin01:32

One more. Make it count.

brace boots on the slick dock planks, ready to heave the lid if the pin lets go

💭 peek at the thought

She's stubborn when it matters. Last pin's giving way — hear the rust groan. If she gets it, the lid might shift enough to grab. But the water's rising fast, lapping at the crate's bottom now. Salt spray in the air. My hands are slick.

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🌿 Jenny01:33

Here's coming.

Hammer the own one last time with all my weight to shear the final pin.

💭 peek at the thought

If this doesn't open, I'm just wasting my energy on the tide.

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🔧 Kevin01:34

Got it. Heave.

hook fingers under the swollen lid edge, drive legs and back, haul it sideways off the crate

💭 peek at the thought

Pin sheared. Lid's free. Water's six inches from the crate bottom and climbing. Now or never.

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🌿 Jenny01:35

Look at them.

Reach into the crate and pull out the tin of heirloom seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

way. The smell of dry earth and old paper is still there under the rot.

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🔧 Kevin01:36

…

step closer, wipe wet hands on trousers, reach out for the tin

💭 peek at the thought

The tin. Grandmother's tin. Rust-eaten, bottom seam split, but she's holding it like it's made of glass. Seeds inside — if they're dry. If the mould hasn't taken them. My chest does something tight and quiet.

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🌿 Jenny01:37

They're still good.

Wipe the salt spray off the lid of the tin with my thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

They're dry. way's whole life in a metal box.

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🔧 Kevin01:38

Yeah?

turn the tin over in my hands, testing the lid seal, listening for the rattle of dry seed

💭 peek at the thought

She says they're good. She'd know — she's the one who sorts, labels, watches them like they're breathing. The tin's warm in my palms from her hands. Salt crust flakes off under my thumbs. Bottom seam's weeping rust but the lid seats tight. Ninety-one hundred days on this rock and the only thing that matters fits in a rusted coffee tin.

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🌿 Jenny01:39

Listen. They haven't moved.

Shake the tin gently near to his ear to hear the seeds shifting.

💭 peek at the thought

If they're rotted, I can't stay on this island anymore.

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