the dock · day 311 · morning

DAWN DAY 311

The tide is beginning to turn, licking the lower pilings as the two of you stand together over the ruined wood, planning the next move for the repair.

Kevin assesses the rot in the dock pilings, realizing the greenheart wood is structurally compromised. Jenny heads to the garden to prepare seed trays for the heirloom varieties while the heat begins to intensify.

🔧 Kevin18:01

This piling's shot. Two feet of rot below the line. Sistering won't work—we'll have to lift the whole section and wait for the supply boat's crane. Jenny, what do you need from me today that isn't tools?

wipe sweat from brow with forearm, shift weight off sore ankle, look at Jenny waiting for her answer.

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's coming in fast—this rot goes deeper than I thought. We can't patch greenheart that's hollow below waterline. Jenny's ankle's killing her, but she's still here, watching me. I need to stop wasting time on a fix that won't hold and start thinking about what comes after: lifting the section, waiting for the crane. And I need to say what I've been avoiding—ask her what she needs, not what I can fix.

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🌿 Jenny18:01

I need you to stop trying to fix what's already dead and I need you to help me carry the water.

wipe grit from my palms on my jeans and look toward the half-weeded garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking for a plan, but I'm just looking at the way the salt is eating the world.

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🔧 Kevin18:02

Right. Water first.

drop the brace bit in the tool bucket, straighten slow, head for the spring with two empty jerrycans.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. I've been drilling holes in rotten wood because it's easier than facing what's actually broken. The ankle, the dock, the letter on the shelf, the brother I haven't spoken to. Water's simple. Water I can carry.

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🌿 Jenny18:04

Jenny — walk slowly toward the garden and stop at the edge of the heirloom bed, staring at the soil.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so literal. He thinks the water is the only thing we're lacking.

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🔧 Kevin18:05

Jen?

stand frozen at the dock's edge, one hand on the tool bucket, watching her back.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not coming for water. She's stopped at the heirloom bed—those grandmother beans she planted under straw, the ones she tends while I'm busy failing at the dock. My ankle throbs. The tide's rising behind me. I should grab the cans and go, but my feet won't move. She's waiting for something. Or maybe she's just done waiting.

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🌿 Jenny18:07

I'm here. way... get the water.

kneel in the dirt and pull a single heirloom seed out from the rusted tin, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

💭 peek at the thought

If I plant it now, the heat will just cook it before it roots.

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🔧 Kevin18:07

I'm coming.

turn and jog slow to the cottage, grab the two jerrycans by the door, head for the spring.

💭 peek at the thought

She's not asking me to fetch water anymore. She's giving me a seed. One heirloom bean from the tin she's been guarding—damp but viable, like everything here. She's not angry. She's handing me something small and alive, and I'm still standing here like an idiot with my tools in the bucket.

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🌿 Jenny18:08

Jenny — press a small indentation into the earth with my index finger, hovering over the seed.

💭 peek at the thought

The soil is so dry it's cracking under my weight, like skin.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.