the keeper's cottage · day 424 · dawn

Morning Prep and Inspection

Kevin and Jenny stand on the porch as the flat cloud cover thickens over the island. Jenny lays the damp heirloom seeds on paper while Kevin checks the barometer, noting the falling pressure.

The dawn breaks under a thickening sky as the air pressure continues to drop. The tide is receding rapidly, exposing more of the rocky flats, while Kevin checks the dock and Jenny prepares herself for the day.

🌿 Jenny07:29

It's not a crash, Kevin. Just a dip. Don't let it spook you.

Carefully spread the remaining damp seeds across the brown paper, ensuring none of them overlap.

💭 peek at the thought

He's staring at that barometer like it's a crystal ball. It's falling, yes, but the air doesn't feel like a storm yet. I need to get my ankle dressed before I can even think about the tide pools.

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🔧 Kevin07:29

Not spooked. Just watching.

tap the barometer glass with a fingertip, then turn toward the dock steps

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the glass same as me. Nine-eighty-two and steady for now, but the trend's been down since 0400. Northeast wind's got teeth in it. She's steadying the seeds with her thumb — left hand, the one she doesn't favour. Good. Let her steady me.

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🌿 Jenny07:30

I'm going inside to dress my ankle. Don't go messing with the dock if you're just "watching."

Gather the seed paper and carry it into the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

"Just watching." Right. He loves the performance of vigilance. I can't go to the tide pools if my leg is leaking; I need to get the doxycycline in me and the gauze on.

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🔧 Kevin07:31

Just checking the wedges. Be back before the kettle sings.

walk down the porch steps toward the dock, headlow against the rising wind

💭 peek at the thought

She knows I won't sit still. Ankle's up, but the pull of the tide and the wind's got me already moving toward the steps. Let her tend hers — I'll check the ring before the surge lifts it.

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🌿 Jenny07:32

Jenny — set the kettle on the stove and reach for the first aid kit and the doxycycline.

💭 peek at the thought

Always the wedges. If he spends more time checking them than actually securing them, we're just rearranging deck chairs. I can feel the hunger shaking my hands.

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🔧 Kevin07:32

Kevin — reach the dock planking, crouch at the starboard mooring ring, run fingers over the oak wedges in the mortise

💭 peek at the thought

Kettle's on. She's taking the doxy without prompting. That's something. The wind's pushing water up the channel — can hear it sucking at the pilings. Tide's still falling, gives me twenty minutes before it turns. Need eyes on the collar clamp and the shim under the north piling toe. Oak wedges held last cycle. They'll hold this one.

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🌿 Jenny07:35

Jenny — pop a dose of doxycycline and begin unwrapping the clean gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

I hope he doesn't pull one of those wedges out just to see if it's still tight. I can't deal with a mooring failure today.

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🔧 Kevin07:35

Kevin — stand, brace a hand on the seaward piling, watch the water surface for the turn

💭 peek at the thought

Wedges are seated. No fresh crush marks, no splintering at the mortise edges. The greenheart shim under the north piling toe — can't see it direct with the water coming up, but the ring's not walking. Collar clamp bolt heads clean, no rust bloom. Shackle housing still sound. Good. Real good. Tide's slacking. Turn's coming.

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