the dock · day 255 · dawn

Pre-storm Pressure Drop

Kevin and Jenny stand by the reinforced mooring ring as the overcast sky darkens. Jenny checks the barometer, noting the steady drop to 997 hPa while Kevin inspect the tension on the dinghy lines.

The air is heavy and still, the overcast sky pressing down on the dock. The barometer continues its steady drop to 994 hPa, signaling a significant shift in the weather. The tide is high, lapping steadily against the reinforced pilings.

🌿 Jenny12:19

The way is bottoming out, Kevin. We need to pull the garden tarp down before the wind shifts.

Jenny wipes sticky sea-beet residue from her palms and traces the grain of the rotten timber with a trembling thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; if this storm hits before the boat comes, the seedlings are nothing but salt-crusted mush.

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🔧 Kevin12:20

Aye. I’ll take the windward corner. You get the lee — watch for chafing on the ropes.

walk to the windward corner of the garden tarp, grab the rope, and begin pulling it down steadily, bracing against the damp canvas.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer’s fall matches the ache in my ankle — both steady, both warning. Jenny’s right about the tarp; if the wind backs southeast, it’ll tear loose and flap itself to shreds before we can catch it. I’ve been avoiding the limpets on my plate, but she keeps putting them there. Not hunger — something else.

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🌿 Jenny12:20

Watch the pilings. They're softer than they were yesterday.

Jenny moves to the lee side of the garden, leaning her weight into the heavy plastic to pull it taut.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's just the ropes, but the rot is deep in the wood, through the whole structure.

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🔧 Kevin12:22

I’ll check the pilings after we’ve got the tarp down. Hold that corner — don’t let it slip.

keep pulling the tarp down, using my weight to take the strain, eyes scanning the dock pilings as I work, noting which ones feel spongy under hand pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

The pilings are giving — salt rot working faster than I thought. If the wind shifts and slams us broadside, those soft spots could go. I should’ve reinforced them after the last blow. Jenny’s pulling hard; her left foot’s barely touching the ground again. She’s hiding the pain, but I see it in the way she braces her knee.

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🌿 Jenny12:22

It's shifting in the mortise, Kevin. Hurricanes.

Jenny grips the edge of the wet tarp, her knuckles white as she fights the first gust of wind.

💭 peek at the thought

If that ring pulls, the whole muchhy goes with it and we're stranded on this rock.

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🔧 Kevin12:24

I see it. One more pull — let’s get it on the ground, then I’ll bolt the ring down proper.

put my full weight into pulling the tarp windward, stomping to gain leverage, aiming to snap it flat onto the soil before the next gust hits.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right — the mooring ring’s working loose again, just like the journal said. The gust’s lifting the tarp like a sail now. If we don’t secure it fast, it’ll rip or wrap around the dinghy. Her knuckles are white — she’s holding on with everything she’s got, ankle screaming but won’t say. I need to get this tarp down and then fix that ring before dark.

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🌿 Jenny12:25

The pressure is falling too fast. We need it down.

Jenny lunges for the corner of the tarp, pressing her body against the plastic to stop the wind from catching it.

💭 peek at the thought

If the dock doesn't hold, the seeds won't matter when the tide rises.

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🔧 Kevin12:26

Hold it — I’m coming to weight it down.

lunge toward the tarp, grab the corner Jenny’s bracing, and throw my body onto the plastic to pin it to the ground, using my chest and legs to smother the lift while digging my heels in for traction.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer’s dropping like a stone — we’re in the teeth of it now. Jenny’s using her whole body to hold that corner, but she’s favoring her left leg badly. If the wind gets under this tarp, it’ll turn into a kite and take the garden with it. I’ve got to break its lift — fast.

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🔧 Kevin12:28

Tarp’s down. Go inside — I’ll bolt the ring.

scramble up the dock toward the mooring ring, grabbing the heavy wrench and the longer stainless through-bolts from the supply boat stores, moving fast despite the limp.

💭 peek at the thought

The tarp’s pinned. Wind’s screaming now, tearing at the edges, but it’s held. My chest is heaving, ankle burning where the strap cuts in. Jenny’s still crouched at the lee corner, not moving — just breathing hard, eyes on the dock pilings. The mooring ring’s shifting under every gust. We’ve got minutes before dark and the real blow hits.

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