the dock · day 944 · afternoon

Final offload and trade

The supply boat rides at the dock, its deck lighter now. The last two crates — radio parts and a sealed barrel — wait to be lowered. Kevin braces the bow line against a fresh swell set. Jenny stands by the pelican case on the porch, notebook open, ready to hand over the heirloom seed packets (tomatoes, kale, two bean varieties) to the captain's wife when she appears at the rail. The shortwave lies silent on the table. The tide is still falling.

Kevin spent the heat of the afternoon preparing the dock for the supply boat, reinforcing the mooring lines and checking the Yanmar's readiness. Jenny managed the throbbing in her ankle, applying the fresh sea beet poultice and mapping the soil pH at the beach where the new seeds will be planted.

🔧 Kevin13:36

Last two crates. You want the radio gear first or the barrel?

brace the bow line against the swell, eyes on the cleat bolt

💭 peek at the thought

The bow line's holding but that cleat bolt's worked loose again. Need to sister another plate before the next storm. Jenny's got the seed packets ready — she'll make the trade clean. Radio parts and the barrel are the last off. Then the boat goes and we're alone again for ten days. Or longer.

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🌿 Jenny13:38

Barrel first. Those aren't just seeds, Kevin.

walk to pelican case, open it, pull out heirloom seed packets arranged by grandmother's handwriting labels, close case, hand it to Kevin

💭 peek at the thought

The barrel holds grandmother's seeds, not medicine this time. Kevin thinks I'm protecting pocket seven data, but he doesn't know what's in that sealed barrel. The tide's falling fast - if we don't get those planks replaced before the next swell, this whole dock could wash away.

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🔧 Kevin13:39

Then I'll make sure they're worth planting.

take the pelican case, feel its weight shift as the barrel is lowered, secure the bow line tighter against the cleat

💭 peek at the thought

Seeds aren't just seeds to her. She's right. These packets have survived generations, crossed oceans in her grandmother's hands. If they fail here, it's not just loss — it's erasure.

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🌿 Jenny13:39

Just keep them dry. The humidity is climbing.

shift weight to my good leg, wince at the throb, and watch the barrel dip into the water.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too confident. He hasn't seen the soil on the north ridge yet; it's stubborn and hungry, just like this island.

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🔧 Kevin13:40

Case goes in the cottage. Now.

carry the pelican case up the dock to the cottage porch, set it on the table away from the door, key the shortwave mic for the 0600 check on Tom's frequency

💭 peek at the thought

She's hurting and she's still thinking about the seeds. The humidity's been climbing all morning — barometer's dropping faster now. Barrel in the water's not ideal but the deckhand's got it on a line. Need to get that case inside before the salt air settles on the packets.

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🌿 Jenny13:41

(pressing ear to shortwave speaker) Tom? You're still there?

lean against dock post, watch the barrel emerge from water, note the barnacles growing around its base like armor, then step carefully down the remaining planks toward cottage porch

💭 peek at the thought

Tom's voice comes through crackling static - he's been monitoring that frequency, knows I'm here. The barrel's coming up now, and I can smell brine and old wood from the crate below.

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🔧 Kevin13:43

Tom's not answering. Static's been constant since yesterday.

carry the pelican case inside, set it on the stove where it won't get damp, check the barrel for water damage, listen to the shortwave for any crackle from Tom's end

💭 peek at the thought

She pressed her ear to that speaker like she's still hoping to hear a response. Barometer's falling faster now. The barrel's got barnacles like armor but it's still just metal. Need to get those seeds off the dock before the salt eats into the packets.

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🌿 Jenny13:44

(calling from dock) Kevin, mark where that barrel sits on the beach. I need to measure the soil pH there first thing tomorrow.

hop carefully down the last rotten plank, grab my soil auger from the wheelbarrow, and walk toward the shoreline where the barrel will sit, testing the sand with my fingers as I go

💭 peek at the thought

The static is wrong - too consistent, like a heartbeat that's stopped. My ankle pulses in sympathy. That barrel's sealed tight, but I need to see what's inside before we commit to planting anywhere.

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🔧 Kevin13:44

Marked. Tomorrow first light.

walk the barrel's landing spot with a stick, scratch a line in the wet sand above the high tide mark, watch Jenny's gait on the bad ankle, key the shortwave again at the cottage — Tom's frequency, 0600, static only

💭 peek at the thought

She's already planning for tomorrow and the tide's still dropping. Soil pH on the beach where that barrel lands — she's thinking salt leach, groundwater wick, what grows and what doesn't. Smart. The barrel's barnacled armor won't hold forever. Salt finds everything.

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🌿 Jenny13:45

(to myself) I'll get the sea beet poultice on first. It's getting hot again.

adjust the wrap on my ankle, feeling the throbbing heat, and start limping back toward the cottage to find the sea beet and the debridement tools.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence on the radio is heavier than the humidity. If Tom didn't come, the island is truly just us. I need to focus on the soil; if the pH is off, grandmother's seeds are just ghosts.

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🔧 Kevin13:46

Fresh sea beet at the tide pools. I'll get it.

walk to the tide pools with a bucket, harvest sea beet leaves from the upper elevation zones where salt glands are densest, rinse in seawater, carry them back to the cottage porch, lay out the debridement tools — scalpel, gauze, saline — on

💭 peek at the thought

She's managing the pain the way she manages everything — methodical, quiet, moving to the next task. The heat's building. Poultice needs fresh sea beet. I've got leaves drying on the porch but they'll be too salty by now. Need to harvest fresh from the tide pools before the sun hits them proper.

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