the dock · day 495 · afternoon

Vibration Analysis

Kevin calls Jenny out to the dock to help him observe the engine's behavior while the midday sun begins its slow descent.

The tide is receding rapidly, exposing the slick rocks and the base of the pilings. Kevin and Jenny rest by the dock, waiting for the afternoon heat to break and the shore breeze to pick up. The Yanmar engine is cooling after the morning tests, silent for now.

🌿 Jenny06:19

I'm coming. Don't start the engine yet.

Wipes my hands on my apron, grabs the bowl of cooling limpets, and limps toward the door, favoring my left side.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the waves, but I can't leave him struggling with that motor.

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🔧 Kevin06:20

Alright. I’ll wait. Just point when you’re ready.

Stand by the dinghy’s transom, one hand on the gunwale, watching Jenny approach. Keep the throttle closed, ignition off. Let the engine cool if it’s not already. Observe the mast bracket alignment as she nears.

💭 peek at the thought

The limpets are still warm—good. She’s favoring her left, but she’s moving. I’ll let her set the pace. Engine first, then we eat. No rush.

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🌿 Jenny06:21

It's too hot for testing anyway.

Set the bowl of limpets on a dry dock plank and lean heavily against the main piling, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is thick, coming off the water, and my leg feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin06:22

You’re right. Let’s wait till late afternoon. Shore breeze’ll pick up then. In the meantime—hand me one of those limpets. I’ll crack it open right here.

Reach for the bowl, take one limpet, use the edge of my pocket knife to twist it free from the shell. Hold it out to her, then eat mine slowly, watching the tide pull back from the pilings. Stay quiet. Let her rest.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—midday heat’s brutal on metal and flesh both. Better to wait for cooler air. Her ankle’s swollen again; I can see it straining against the bandage. No point pushing the engine now.

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🌿 Jenny06:23

They're tough today.

Take a limpet from the bowl and hand it to him, then look down at the rotting wood of the jetty.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful, but the silence between us is heavier than the heat.

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🔧 Kevin06:24

Yeah, they’re tight. Give ’em a good chew—gets the jaw working. (Pause) Those planks near the mooring—you see how they’re cupping? I’ll swap ‘em out tomorrow morning. First light, before the heat.

Finish my limpet, wipe my mouth on my sleeve. Keep one eye on the jetty, the other on Jenny’s face—see if she’s in pain or just tired. Wait for her to signal when she’s ready to move. Stay still. Let the silence stretch.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—these limpets are thick-shelled, maybe from the deeper pools. Or maybe it’s just the heat making everything feel harder. She’s watching the rotting planks again. I’ve noted them before—two bad ones near the mooring. Should’ve replaced them last week. Let her eat. I’ll fix it after.

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🌿 Jenny06:25

Morning is fine. way don't rush it.

major back against the rough wood, the infection throbbing in my ankle, and watch the water lap the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

If he fixes the planks, maybe I won't fall through when I take the dinghy out.

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🔧 Kevin06:26

No rush. We’ve got time. (Softly) The tide’s turning. Soon it’ll be slack, then ebb. Good time to walk the shore after.

Lean my shoulder lightly against the piling beside hers—not touching her, just sharing the support. Watch the waterline creep down the wood. Let my breath slow. Stay until she shifts first. No words unless she speaks. Just be here.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s in pain but won’t say it straight. “Way don’t rush it”—that’s her way of saying *I need this moment*. The lapping water, the heat, the quiet—it’s not nothing. It’s her breathing space. I won’t break it.

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🌿 Jenny06:27

Slack tide is better for the ankle anyway.

shift my weight to my good leg, wincing silently, and watch a seagull circle the mast.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to fill the space with talk again, but the heat is loud enough.

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🔧 Kevin06:28

Yeah. Slack’s coming. Should be in twenty minutes. We can walk to the spring then—cool shade, still water. Good for soaking.

Push off the piling just enough to stand upright, but don’t move away. Keep my stance open, ready to support if she stumbles. Eyes on the seagull, then follow its arc to the masthead—check the stays, the insulator, the aerial wire.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s timing it—slack tide means less pull on the pilings, less strain when she shifts weight. Smart. She’s been reading the water longer than I’ve been here. That seagull’s riding the thermals off the mast—same way she’s riding the pain, just holding steady.

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