Day 485
The Rot Runs Deep
Dawn brought a rapid tide fall, exposing the north pilings’ slick, barnacled faces. Kevin checked tension on the new greenheart sister while Jenny monitored the waterline. By morning, Kevin drove oak wedges into the mortise, stabilizing the sistering as the tide began to return. Jenny, confined to the cottage with her ankle, failed to complete tasks as rain intensified. At midday, Kevin removed the Yanmar injector pump, found no leaks, and headed to the workshop for tools. Jenny struggled with a heavy pot of salt water, finally setting it on the table to steam the room while managing ankle pain. In the afternoon, the tide rose against greenheart shims, soaking lower planks. Jenny met Kevin on the porch with the salt water ready. Inside, the air thickened with salt and steam. She sat on the bench, tweezers in hand, examining her swollen ankle under the LED headlamp. That evening, Kevin returned as Jenny began debriding the wound with tweezers under the lamp. He boiled water for rinsing and waited nearby. She cleaned the infection, flinching at sharp pains as she removed dead tissue. Later, Jenny held the tweezers poised over the wound, waiting for the water to cool, while Kevin watched from the stool. The tide remained low. She winced as the heat neared her skin, then proceeded slowly, guided by his quiet presence.
Dawn brought a rapid tide fall, exposing the north pilings’ slick, barnacled faces. Kevin checked tension on the new greenheart sister while Jenny monitored the waterline. By morning, Kevin drove oak wedges into the mortise, stabilizing the sistering as the tide began to return. Jenny, confined to the cottage with her ankle, failed to complete tasks as rain intensified. At midday, Kevin removed the Yanmar injector pump, found no leaks, and headed to the workshop for tools. Jenny struggled with a heavy pot of salt water, finally setting it on the table to steam the room while managing ankle pain. In the afternoon, the tide rose against greenheart shims, soaking lower planks. Jenny met Kevin on the porch with the salt water ready. Inside, the air thickened with salt and steam. She sat on the bench, tweezers in hand, examining her swollen ankle under the LED headlamp. That evening, Kevin returned as Jenny began debriding the wound with tweezers under the lamp. He boiled water for rinsing and waited nearby. She cleaned the infection, flinching at sharp pains as she removed dead tissue. Later, Jenny held the tweezers poised over the wound, waiting for the water to cool, while Kevin watched from the stool. The tide remained low. She winced as the heat neared her skin, then proceeded slowly, guided by his quiet presence.
Scenes
the dock · dawnLow tide structural inspection
Kevin and Jenny stand on the edge of the dock planks as the tide recedes from the north pilings. Kevin checks the tension on the new greenheart sister while Jenny monitors the waterline for signs of further movement.
The tide is receding rapidly, exposing the slick, barnacled faces of the dock's pilings. The air is heavy with humidity, though the dry season heat holds steady under the overcast sky. Kevin and Jenny focus on the structural integrity of the dock as the water line drops away from the rotting beams.
South piling's the one to watch. Void's grown. Got a greenheart shim tapered and ready in the crate.
Crouch at the north piling mortise, press thumb into the oak wedge grain, verify it's seated flush and swelling tight against the ring.
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Check the rot on the waterline line first. It's deeper than it looks.
Jenny leans heavily on her good leg, shifting her weight toicing the throbbing in her ankle, and sketches the pattern of the wood decay in her notebook.
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Rot line's dropped. Another fifteen mil at least.
Pull the crowbar from the dock crate, scrape the softened face at the waterline to expose the sound wood boundary, measure the penetration with the nail puller tip.
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We need to sister the whole length before the tide comes back up and shifts.
Jenny winces as she adjusts her weight, bracing against the rotting timber, and reaches for the salt-water bottle to soothe the edge of her bandage.
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Two hours. Need the longer 150mm bolts from the workshop. You stay off that ankle — hand me tools from the crate.
Walk back up the dock to the cottage workshop, grab the two remaining 10mm x 150mm stainless through-bolts, the 19mm wrench, the torque wrench, and the greenheart offcut stacked by the door.
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They're on the bench. Don't lose them in the salt.
Jenny sits on the cottage step, lifting her swollen ankle onto a crate, and watches the tide pull further away from the pilings.
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Only two bolts left.
Pick up the two 10mm x 150mm stainless through-bolts from the workbench, the 19mm wrench, and the torque wrench preset to 35Nm, tuck them into the canvas tool roll, walk back down the dock to the north piling.
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Then make them count. We don't have spares.
Jenny pulls the seed tin into her lap, tracing the cold metal with her thumb while she watches Kevin work the wood.
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the dock · morningLow tide inspection and repair prep
The tide continues to fall, revealing more of the seabed and the dock's foundation. Kevin prepares the tools for the sister work while Jenny monitors her leg.
Kevin successfully drove the oak wedges into the mortise, stabilizing the dock sistering as the tide began in. Jenny struggled to manage her ankle pain in the cottage, failing to complete any meaningful tasks while the rain intensified outside.
Don't pull those planks too hard, Kevin, the rot is deep and the whole thing might swallow you.
sketch the specific growth pattern of the wood- rot on the lower beam of the jetty.
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I’ll be gentle, but I’ve got to secure that shim. I’ll lift it slightly, let the tide do the rest.
pull the wood shims into place, wait for tide to rise, then wedge the oak shims into the mortise before driving them home.
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Just make sure the level is right; I don't want the Securityhy way over again.
check the ankle bandage for warmth and see if the red line has moved past the pencil mark.
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I’ll keep it level and low. Just seating the shim, not fighting the wood.
lift the sister plank just enough to slip the oak shims into the mortise, then lower slowly as the tide begins to rise, letting the water seat the joint.
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The water is coming back faster than you're working; finish it before the tools get soaked.
wipe the salt from the notebook and grit at the throbbing in my calf.
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Driving them now.
swing the mallet, driving the four oak wedges home into the mortise around the mooring ring, working fast as the water climbs the pilings.
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the dock · middayMidday Rain Strain
Kevin is at the dock monitoring the repairs, while Jenny remains inside the cottage dealing with her injury.
Kevin successfully removed the Yanmar injector pump, finding no leaks but confirming the mounting bolts were tight. He wiped the housing clean and headed to the workshop to gather the tools needed for the replacement. Meanwhile, Jenny struggled with the heavy pot of salt water, finally managing to set it on the kitchen table to wait for the steam to fill the small room while managing the throbbing in her ankle.
Kevin — watch the waterline rise against the greenheart plank, checking for any shift or leakage at the sister joint
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Jenny — stand up slowly, limp to the kitchen to boil a pot for more salt water.
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Kevin — walk from the dock to the dinghy, inspect the Yanmar injector pump seal for fresh weeping or drips at the housing joint
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Jenny — drop a handful of salt into the pot and wait for the steam to rise.
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Kevin — wipe the weep with a rag, check the pump mounting bolts for looseness, then head to the workshop to gather the injector seat blank, torque wrench, and puller for the pump removal
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Jenny — lift the heavy pot off the stove and move it to the table.
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the keeper's cottage · afternoonAfternoon Salt Prep
The tide continues to rise against the greenheart shims of the dock, soaking the lower planks. Kevin meets Jenny at the porch with the salt water finally ready for use.
The tide is high, lapping rhythmically against the reinforced pilings of the dock outside. Inside the cottage, the air is thick with the scent of salt and boiling water. Jenny sits on the edge of the bench, her hand gripping the tweezers with a trembling finger while the LED headlamp casts a harsh, clinical circle over the angry, swollen skin of her ankle.
It's hot enough. Don't let it get too cold.
Jenny dips the gauze into the salt water and prepares to debride the ankle.
💭 thought
Light's on the shelf if you need it. Tweezers by the sink. I'm right here.
Walk to the kitchen shelf, pick up the LED headlamp, click it on, and set it on the porch rail pointing at her ankle. Then lean against the doorframe, arms folded, watching steady.
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I know where the tweezers are, Kevin. Just stay back.
way winces through grit teeth as she presses the salt-soaked gauze against the angry, red skin of her ankle.
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Right. I'm at the radio. Holler if you need anything.
Walk back into the kitchen, settle at the radio desk, and key the microphone on Tom's frequency — just listening, not transmitting.
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I'll holler.
Jenny holds the gauze firmly against the infection, breathing through her nose as she watches the throbbing pulse.
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Kevin — sit at the radio desk, headphones on, squelch open on Tom's frequency. Let the static fill the room while the tide climbs the pilings outside.
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Jenny — jenny reaches for the tweezers on the table, her fingers trembling as she prepares to peel back the edge of the wound.
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Kevin — reach out without looking, tap the volume knob up one notch — letting the static rise a fraction, a white-noise wall between us and the silence.
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Don't look. way stay.
Jenny presses the metal of the tweezers against the swollen skin, her breath hitching as she prepares for the first cut.
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I'm not looking. I'm listening.
Rest my elbows on the radio desk, palms up, fingers loose — ready to move if she calls. Keep the headphones off so I can hear her breathing over the static.
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the old shrine · eveningEvening - First Cut
The tide begins to turn, and the shadows in the cottage lengthen as Jenny finally presses the tweezers into the skin.
Kevin walked back to the cottage while Jenny worked on her ankle infection, debriding the wound with tweezers under the LED headlamp. Kevin set up the kettle to boil water for rinsing and waited nearby, ready to assist. Jenny continued cleaning the infection, flinching at sharp pains as she removed dead tissue.
Kevin — walk back to the cottage
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Not now. I'm working.
Presses the area deep into the dark, swollen tissue of the infection; winces silently as blood beads through.
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Need light?
set the LED headlamp on the table beside her, beam aimed at her ankle
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Move it slightly to the left.
Adjusts the angle of the light with her free hand; returns her attention to the red, angry skin.
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Kevin — hand Jenny the clean gauze and antibiotic cream from the first aid kit
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Thanks.
Takes the supplies with a quick nod; wipes the excess fluid away before beginning to debride the wound.
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Kevin — pull up the stool and sit nearby, watching the door and the window, letting her work
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Jenny — focuses on the tweezers, carefully peeling back the dead skin around the infection while she bites her lip to keep from groaning.
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Kevin — refill the kettle from the bucket and set it on the stove to boil water for rinsing later
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(Quiet)
Wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, pausing as the tweezers hover over the deepest part of the cut.
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Kevin — keep still on the stool, eyes on her hands, ready to pass whatever she needs next
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Hold the light for a second.
Carefully nips the darkened tissue, flinching as a sharp pain shoots through her ankle.
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the keeper's cottage · nightEvening care and quiet
They are in the cottage, the kettle whistling on the stove as boiled water readies for rinsing Jenny's ankle. Jenny holds the tweezers poised over the wound, waiting for the water to cool slightly, while Kevin watches from the stool, the LED headlamp casting a steady beam on her ankle.
Kevin prepares a pot of water for debriding Jenny's ankle while the tide remains low. Jenny sits on the stool, watching the steam rise and wincing slightly as the heat of the water nears her sensitive skin.
It's not hot yet. Wait a minute.
Wipes sweat from her brow with a forearm and watches the steam rise from the pot.
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Kevin — stay on the stool, watch her hands, keep the kettle within reach but off the direct heat so it doesn’t boil over
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I'm fine, Kevin. I can handle the water.
Dips a finger into the water to test the temperature, wincing as the heat hits the sensitive skin near the infection.
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Take it slow, Jenny. Let it sit for a bit before you dip the rest of it on the wound.
keep a wet towel on hand to cool the water if it gets too hot, and hold the kettle closer to the stove so I can adjust the flame quickly.
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I know. I'm not rushing it.
Moves the kettle off the burner to the edge of the stove, watching the steam subside.
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Kevin — stay seated, keep the clean gauze and antiseptic cream within arm's reach on the table, watch the steam die down
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It's cool enough. I need to get at those edges.
Reaches for the tweezers, her hand shaking slightly as she prepares to debride the infection.
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I'm here. Take your time.
keep the gauze folded on my knee, ready to pass the instant she needs it, don't reach unless she asks
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What changed
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