Day 503

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Scenes

the dock · dawn

The Heavy Air

Kevin sits on the replaced dock plank, checking the tension on the mooring line against the new cedar wedges. Jenny sits on a crate, resting her ankle propped up while she watches the still grey horizon for the supply boat.

Dawn breaks over a heavy, still air as the supply boat arrival nears. Kevin inspects the dock mooring and finds the ring shifting under the load, while Jenny monitors the heirloom seeds in the damp wet-season air.

🌿 Jenny14:13

The line is too tight, Kevin. You'll pull the wood when the swell hits.

reaches for her notebook and sketches the jagged edge of the clouds forming on the horizon.

💭 thought

The barometer is dropping and if that boat doesn't make it tomorrow, I'll be out of salt and the infection is winning.

🔧 Kevin14:15

Give me the wrench. I’ll take a turn off the pendant.

walk to the pendant turnbuckle, loosen it by half a turn with the wrench, then retest line tension by hand.

💭 thought

The line is biting into the plank where the wedges sit — she’s right, the swell will lever it. I need to ease it just enough to let the ring breathe, but not so much it plays. I’ll adjust the turnbuckle on the pendant, not the wedges.

🌿 Jenny14:16

Check the wedges again. The tide is coming in faster than yesterday.

winces as she shifts her weight, the throbbing in her ankle spiking with the movement.

💭 thought

He's fussing with the mechanics, but the wood is still soft from the inside.

🔧 Kevin14:17

I’m on it. Just need to see if the wedges have walked.

crouch at the mooring ring, feel each cedar wedge for movement with my fingers, then try to wiggle the ring side to side to check for play in the mortise.

💭 thought

She’s feeling the pressure in her ankle like the tide’s coming in — both need watching. The wedges were set true, but if the ring’s shifting under load now, it’s not the wood, it’s the mortise itself wearing. I’ll check the wedges for creep, then look at the ring’s fit in the stone.

🌿 Jenny14:18

It's moving. The rot went deeper than the surface showed.

reaches for the mallet to tap the wedges back in, watching her face for any sign of pain.

💭 thought

If that ring pulls out, the dinghy is gone with the tide.

🔧 Kevin14:19

Hold the mallet. I’ll reset the wedges and lash the ring to the piling — takes the strain off the mortise till we can sleeve it.

tap each wedge snug with the mallet, then lash the mooring ring to the dock piling with a round turn and two half-hitches using the spare half-inch rope, pulling tight to share the load.

💭 thought

The wedges are holding, but the ring itself is loose in the mortise — the rot’s eaten the stone beneath the surface. Tapping wedges won’t fix that; it’s just buying time. I need to sleeve the mortise or reset the ring in fresh stone, but neither’s fast. For now, I’ll reset the wedges tight and add a temporary lashing to take the load off the wood.

🌿 Jenny14:20

It's a temporary fix. If the swell gets up, that pile will groan.

watches the rope bite into the wood, then looks back at the barometer, praying for the needle to hold.

💭 thought

The rope is holding for now, but the wood is a sponge.

🔧 Kevin14:21

It’ll hold till the slack. After that, I’ll cut out the rotted stone and set the ring in fresh mortar — granite chips and lime, like the old builders did.

stand up, check the lashing is firm, then walk back to Jenny and sit on the crate beside her, keeping an eye on the barometer and the horizon for the supply boat.

💭 thought

She’s right — the piling’ll take the load now, and if the swell lifts, it’ll split or broach. We need to get the ring seated in solid stone, not just lashed around it. But the tide’s coming in, and her ankle’s flaring. I can’t do a proper reset wet and rushed. Best to hold it as is, watch the barometer, and plan the fix for the slack tide.

🌿 Jenny14:23

Mortar won't fix a structural failure. We just need the boat to show up.

reaches for her sketchbook and begins to draw the way the light is hitting the grey water, her movements slow despite slow.

💭 thought

He's talking about mortar while I'm thinking about the salt in my blood.

🔧 Kevin14:28

Aye. Mortar’s a stopgap. We need the boat — and the bronze sleeve from the crate — to set the ring true in metal. Till then, we keep the lashing tight and the watch longer.

sit quietly beside Jenny, watching the barometer needle and the horizon, waiting for the supply boat’s appearance.

💭 thought

She’s done with the dock talk — her mind’s on the boat, on relief, on not having to keep patching what’s broken. I hear that. The ring’s a symptom; the real fix is the supply boat bringing the bronze sleeve and proper tools to recast the mortise in metal. Until then, we watch and hold.

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the dock · morning

Waiting for the Boat

The grey air remains still as you wait for the signal of the supply boat on the horizon.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin14:29

Nothing yet. Just watching the water.

Walk to the mooring ring, crouch, and test the play with my hand — feel how much it shifts under tension from the dinghy’s line.

💭 thought

The sky’s empty — no smudge of sail, no flicker of radio traffic. Supply boat’s late again. Jenny’s ankle’s holding, but the dock ring’s still not right. I can feel the tide’s pull in my teeth.

🌿 Jenny14:30

The tide's out far enough. I should check the limpets before the heat hits.

rub the side of my ankle, wincing at the throbbing heat in the joint.

💭 thought

If that boat doesn't show tomorrow with the antibiotics, this leg is going to be more than just skin.

🔧 Kevin14:31

I’ll go. You sit. Keep the foot up.

Take the bucket from her hand, turn toward the tide pools, and walk down the rocky shore, scanning the black rocks for limpets clamped in the shadows.

💭 thought

She’s pushing through the pain again. That ankle’s not just sore — it’s infected, and she’s still moving like it’s nothing. I should’ve made her rest yesterday.

🌿 Jenny14:32

Don't take the small ones, we need them to breed.

sit on the way edge, pulling the notebook from my pocket, and start sketching the rot patterns in the timber planks.

💭 thought

He thinks I'm a piece of equipment that just needs to be put on ice.

🔧 Kevin14:39

Only the big ones. Leave the rest.

Kneel at the first tide pool, slip my fingers under the edge of a large limpet, and pry it free with a steady twist — drop it into the bucket, move to the next.

💭 thought

She’s working even when she’s hurt — sketching the dock’s decay like it matters. It does. Every plank’s a clock ticking toward failure. I need to fix this right, not just patch it.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

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What changed

Jenny's injury has healed.

healed · dawn

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

×2

Jenny made a sketch: "Jagged edge of the clouds forming on the horizon".

made · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Way the light is hitting the grey water, her movements slow despite slow".

made · dawn

Gave up on "make" after 3 failed attempts.

job_dropped · morning

No model answered — the scene closed quietly on its own.

quiet_transition · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

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