the dock · day 929 · afternoon

Crate recovery at high tide

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock at high tide, the crate rolling in the surf against the planks. The onshore breeze pushes it hard against the seaward pilings. They need to secure it, open it, and see what the sea delivered before the storm hits.

Kevin and Jenny hauled a waterlogged crate from the surf onto the dock, pried it open, and recovered two intact diesel tins, assorted tools, rope, a small medical kit, and a spare generator impeller. They carried the diesel tins back to the cottage while securing the remaining contents on the dock against the rising wind.

🔧 Kevin13:32

Stay on the planks. I'll wade.

Walk to the seaward end of the dock, uncoil the heavy weather line from the cleat, and wade in calf-deep to snag a bowline around the crate's rusted cleat before the next swell shoves it under.

💭 peek at the thought

That crate's been banging the pilings for an hour. Tide's still high enough to lift it but dropping fast — if we don't get a line on it now, the ebb'll suck it under the dock and we'll be fishing splinters. Jenny's ankle won't take the rocks, but she'll try anyway if I don't say otherwise.

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🌿 Jenny13:33

The bowline's tight - let me know when you've got three points of contact on that crate so we can haul it clear of the planks.

Wade to the crate alongside Kevin, wrap the spare rope around it with a proper seine knot, then signal him to pull while I secure the line to the dock's seaward beam with a chock.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection marker shows no spread yet, but I've used three of my antibiotic tablets already - if this crate contains anything useful for the ridge soil or medical supplies, I need to know what we're working with before the storm cuts us off.

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🔧 Kevin13:33

Three points. On the haul.

Plant feet on the slick planks, brace against the seaward cleat, and pull steady with Jenny — hand over hand on the heavy weather line — dragging the crate up the ramp of the dock planks until it clears the seaward edge and sits on timber.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not supposed to be in the water. Ankle, infection, the pen line I drew at noon — but she's already moving, knot clean, body knowing the work. The crate's heavier than it looked dry. Three points: my line on the cleat, her seine knot midships, the dock beam taking the strain. Good. Haul together.

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🌿 Jenny13:35

Easy now. Don't let it slide back off the edge, the wood is rotten.

Wipe the salt spray from my eyes with my forearm, reach for the crowbar in the tool kit, and pry the lid off the crate while the wind starts turning.

💭 peek at the thought

It's heavy—maybe the own, maybe just more supplies. If it's just salt-damaged grain, I'm going to lose my mind with the soil still being wrong on the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin13:35

Hold the lid. Chocking the base.

Jam the crowbar tip under the crate's starboard corner as a brake, drive two oak wedges tight under the port side with the mallet, then take the crowbar from her and lever the lid — slow, letting the seal break without spraying rust water o

💭 peek at the thought

Rotten planks under a salt-crate that weighs near two hundred kilos. If it shifts seaward we lose the lot — and maybe the dock edge with it. She's prying one-handed, bad ankle braced, wind freshening. I'll chock it with the crowbar first, then the wedges.

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🌿 Jenny13:37

Chocks are holding. Let me get a look inside before we're soaked.

Reach past Kevin to lift the rusted lid enough to peer through the break, squinting against the dim light filtering through the clouds.

💭 peek at the thought

The antibiotics are almost gone and this could be the difference between making it to tomorrow's supply window or not.

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🔧 Kevin13:37

What is it?

Step sideways to let the grey light fall into the crate, one hand on the lid ready to slam it if the swell jumps the dock, the other reaching for the headlamp on my belt.

💭 peek at the thought

Lid's cracked. Smell hits first — diesel, old rope, something sweet under it. Coffee? She's blocking the light. Need to see what we're hauling back to the cottage before the sky opens.

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🌿 Jenny13:39

Diesel, good condition—seal's intact. There's tools in here too.

Push the lid wider open with both hands, let Kevin's headlamp swing down to illuminate the crate's contents—metal tins, rope, a small medical kit, and something that might be a spare generator impeller.

💭 peek at the thought

It's a diesel can—clean, unmarked—but there's tools inside, medical supplies, maybe that spare spark plug I need. The antibiotics are running out and I can't afford to wait for the storm to strip what's left.

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🔧 Kevin13:39

Impeller's there. Medical kit too. Grab the diesel tins first — two hands each, walk them to the cottage. I'll haul tools and rope.

Hook both diesel tins by their handles, lift clear of the crate, and start back up the dock planks — slow, testing each step on the rotten boards.

💭 peek at the thought

Diesel tins sealed. Tools dry. Medical kit — bandages, maybe more doxy. And the impeller, brass housing catching the headlamp beam. That's the one the supply boat captain said he'd bring. Means the crate's off *our* boat, washed off deck or cut loose in the last blow. We take it all.

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🌿 Jenny13:41

I've got the diesel. You grab the tools and rope, keep your footing.

Secure two of the diesel tins to my belt with rope and start the careful walk back up the dock planks, testing each step before shifting weight, while keeping an eye on the loose planks ahead.

💭 peek at the thought

Two hands each on those tins—if I drop one on the rotten planks, the storm's going to sweep us both into the surf.

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