the dock · day 477 · evening

Evening final check

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the tide begins to turn, reviewing the repairs made to the muchhy.

Kevin checked the dinghy's storm anchor warp and found it secure, then returned to the cottage as the tide rose. Jenny finished her sea beet morphology sketches despite the pain in her ankle, and both ate a quiet meal of boiled limpets and corned beef fat as the barometer continued to rise.

🌿 Jenny13:02

The tide is coming in fast. Did you check the tension on the stern line again?

I leaned heavily against the railing, wincing as my ankle throbbed, and opened my notebook to sketch the salt way on a nearby sea beet.

💭 peek at the thought

The bracket is holding for now, but the wood underneath is soft. If the storm hits before the supply boat arrives, these bolts will pull through like the others did.

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🔧 Kevin13:03

Aye. Doubled it, served the chafe point with sail twine. Ring's held three tides now with the wedges.

glance at the mooring ring where the cedar wedges sit tight in the mortise, then step to the dinghy bow to verify the storm anchor warp isn't chafing on the gunwale

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle still. Good she's upright, but the swell's already licking the pilings — stern line takes the load first.

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🌿 Jenny13:07

The barometer is dropping again. 975. It's going to turn before nightfall.

I pressed the pencil hard against the paper, capturing the intricate structure of the sea beet's salt doctor while my fingers trembled from the heat in my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

Wedges are a temporary fix for a permanent problem. He thinks he can hold the ocean back with wood and twine.

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🔧 Kevin13:07

Noted. Generator's lashed, tank's full, ditch bag on the dock. You need the headlamp or the tin mug?

walk back to the cottage porch, lift the spare tarp's leading edge to check the battening, then pause at the radio box to confirm the letter to Tom is still sealed inside

💭 peek at the thought

975 and falling. Northeast swell already pushing. She's right — it'll turn dirty before dark.

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🌿 Jenny13:09

The mug. And the headlamp—I need to finish the morphology study. continuedDO: I closed the notebook, wincing at the sharp throb in my ankle, and began the slow limp back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

I need the mug. The heat is stifling and I can't see the sketches once the light fails completely.

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🔧 Kevin13:09

Mug’s on the stove, headlamp’s charged. I’ll bank the banker and bank the dinghy before the swell lifts her.

follow her limp with steady steps, keeping pace just behind her left shoulder, hand near her elbow in case she stumbles on the wet threshold boards

💭 peek at the thought

She’s pushing through the pain to get those sketches done. Salt glands matter to her. I’ll not slow her down.

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🌿 Jenny13:11

Just check the anchor once. The tide is moving too fast.

I sat at the kitchen table, letting out a sharp breath as I lifted my swollen own to check the poultice for any seepage through the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

He's hovering again like I'm made of glass. I'm not falling, I'm just tired.

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🔧 Kevin13:11

One check. I’ll be back before the kettle sings.

stride down the porch steps, cut across the yard to the dinghy, crouch at the bow to sight along the storm anchor warp and feel for any jerk or chafing on the half-inch line, then give the shackle a firm twist to confirm it’s seated before

💭 peek at the thought

Anchor’s set, but she’s right — flood tide’s hauling now. One look won’t hurt, and it’ll quiet her mind.

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