the dock · day 504 · dawn

Morning Mist and Maintenance

Kevin and Jenny stand on the dock as the thick mist muffles the sound of the waves. Jenny checks the tension on the mooring ring while Kevin prepares the breakfast of limpets in the cast iron skillet.

The thick mist clings to the water, muffling the sound of the lapping waves against the dock. The tide is at its peak, water swirling around the lower planks of the dock structure. Kevin and Jenny stand by the pier, the air heavy with the humidity of the wet season.

🌿 Jenny15:49

The ring is slipping. If the boat pulls hard, it'll tear the timber out.

Jenny presses a wedge into the mortise and taps it heavily with a mallet to tighten the fit.

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My ankle is throbbing in time with the tide, and the smell of those charred limpets is making my stomach turn despite the hunger.

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🔧 Kevin15:50

Hold that wedge there—I'll drive the bolt through while you keep it seated. We'll do it right this time.

grab the 150mm stainless bolt, washer, and nyloc nut from the tool pouch; align the mortise with the oak wedge Jenny's holding and drive the bolt home with the ratchet.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right— the ring's shifting again. Those cedar wedges are swelling with moisture, losing grip. Need to reset it with dry oak this time, not trust the old shims. Breakfast can wait ten minutes; if the supply boat comes early and hits a loose ring, we lose the dock.

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🌿 Jenny15:51

It's tight for now, but the salt eats everything faster than we can fix it.

Jenny leans her weight against the jetty, feeling the wood groan under the pressure as the bolt bites.

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He thinks a bolt fixes the rot, but the wood is still mush on the inside.

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🔧 Kevin15:52

Aye. Salt wins in the end. But today, we win the breakfast.

slip the limpets from the bucket into the hot, greased skillet; let them sizzle and curl at the edges while I watch the mist thin over the water.

💭 peek at the thought

She feels the groan in the timber— I feel it in my chest. This isn't just wood rotting; it's the island reminding us nothing here stays fixed. We patch, we brace, we wait for the next tide to test it. But the ring holds for now, and that's enough to get the limpets in the pan.

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🌿 Jenny15:53

Just get them over. I need to start the salt soak again.

Jenny wipes the salt and grit from her hands on her trousers, wincing as she shifts her weight.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so hungry my hands are shaking, and that ankle is screaming at me.

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🔧 Kevin15:54

Limpets are done. I'll take the skillet to the cottage— you go on with the soak. I'll bring yours when you're finished.

lift the cast iron skillet off the stove, grip the handle with a folded cloth to avoid the heat, and carry it toward the cottage door, keeping it level so nothing spills.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favoring that ankle again— the poultice helped yesterday, but the salt soak is what's keeping the infection from climbing. I can see it in the way she moves, stiff and careful. Food's ready; she needs to tend to herself before she eats.

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🌿 Jenny15:55

Don't let them get cold. I'll be in.

Jenny sits on the edge of the dock, submerging her wrapped own into the bucket of salt water and breathing through grit teeth.

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He's always managing me now, like I'm a project he hasn't finished yet.

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🔧 Kevin15:56

They're on their way. Call if you need me.

push open the cottage door, step inside, and set the skillet down on the wooden table near the stove, then turn and walk back toward the dock to see how she's faring with the soak.

💭 peek at the thought

She's biting back the pain— I can hear it in her breath. Best not to linger; the limpets will toughen if they sit. Get them inside, then I can check on her without hovering.

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🌿 Jenny15:57

I'm fine. Just... leave the food.

Jenny stares into the murky water, her jaw tight as the infection throbs in the bucket.

💭 peek at the thought

The salt is hitting the raw skin, but the hunger is worse than the pain.

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