The Morning Tide
Kevin crouches by the dock planks, checking the tension on the reinforced stern line as the tide rises. Jenny sits on a crate nearby, sorting the dried sea beet leaves while the morning sun warms the wood.
The sun breaks over the horizon, casting long shadows across the dock planks. The trade wind is a gentle morning breeze, carrying the scent of salt and drying seaweed. The tide is at its lowest point, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the barnacle-covered base of the dock.
Stern line's sound. Three-strand took the chafe guard better than the old rope.
Stand, wipe hands on trousers, walk toward the cottage with the oarlock bracket in hand.
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It'll hold. Just don't let it ride the gunwale if the surge picks up.
Stand up and follow him toward the cottage, carrying the bunch of dried sea beet.
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Gunwale's clear. I'll reeve it through the fairlead when I step the mast.
Push open the cottage door, set the oarlock bracket on the workbench, and reach for the epoxy tub.
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Did you wipe the bracket down with acetone?
Walk into the kitchen and set the sea beet leaves on the counter.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.