the dock · day 513 · dawn

Pre-storm tension

Kevin tightens the bolts on the new mooring ring while the wind picks up from the east. Jenny sits on a dock beam, watching the barometer needle as she dips her ankle in the bucket of water.

Kevin and Jenny worked on the dock, with Kevin tightening bolts on the starboard piling and Jenny cleaning her ankle wound in salt water and monitoring the barometer. They discussed storm preparations and agreed to snub the dinghy if pressure drops to 990 hPa. The tide was low and creeping toward the dock beams.

🌿 Jenny00:55

Easy on the wrench, Kevin. You'll strip them.

Carefully swirl the ankle in the salt water, wincing as the brine hits the raw edges of the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The needle is stubborn, but the wind is shifting. If he keeps over-torquing those bolts, he'll snap the head right off.

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🔧 Kevin00:55

Yeah, you're right. They're seated. I'll back off now.

ease off wrench pressure, check bolt tension by hand, wipe rain from face with sleeve, glance at Jenny's ankle in the bucket, then step back to watch the tide creep toward the lower beams.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind's shifting east and the barometer's holding — no sudden drop, but the air feels tight. Jenny's ankle's still raw, and she's pushing through it without complaint. I should ease up on the bolts — not because she said so, but because the ring's seated and the wedges are holding. Over-tightening won't make it stronger, just risks the timber.

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🌿 Jenny00:56

It's fine. Just cleaning the surface.

Lift the ankle out of the bucket and lean forward to check the barometer needle again.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at it. He can see the redness climbing. I can feel the heat radiating off my skin even through the water.

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🔧 Kevin00:57

Barometer's holding. Wind's east and freshening. If it drops sudden, we snub the dinghy to the windward piling — now, not later.

scan the horizon for cloud shift, grip the wrench loosely but ready, move to stand beside Jenny on the dock beam, keep voice low and steady.

💭 peek at the thought

She's downplaying it again — the way she does when the pain's bad but she won't let it slow us. The barometer's still at 998, steady. Wind's picking up from the east, just like the warning said. If it drops fast while the wind holds, we need to get the dinghy secured before the tide turns. I won't wait for her to say it.

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🌿 Jenny00:59

I see it. 998. If it hits 990, we move.

Reach down and tighten the clean cloth wrap around the ankle, pulling it a bit too tight to dull the throbbing.

💭 peek at the thought

He's in "engineer mode." It's how he avoids talking about the fact that I look like I'm about to collapse.

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🔧 Kevin00:59

990's the line. We'll have the dinghy snubbed and the hatch battened by then.

watch Jenny's hands as she rewraps the ankle, note the whitening of her skin under the cloth, then turn to check the mooring lines — make sure the dinghy's painter is clear and ready to run, feet planted wide against the wind.

💭 peek at the thought

She's wrapping it too tight — cutting off circulation won't help the infection, just make it worse. But she's in pain, and she's trying to control it the only way she knows how. The barometer's still at 998. Wind's east, steady for now. If it drops to 990, we move fast — dinghy secured, stores lashed, radio ready. I won't reach for her ankle. Not unless she asks.

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🌿 Jenny01:01

Just make sure the painter isn't fouled.

Stand up slowly, leaning my weight on the good leg to minimize the pressure.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always three steps ahead of the storm while I'm just trying to keep my leg from rotting.

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🔧 Kevin01:01

Painter's clear. Runs free to the bow eye, no chafing, no knots.

step forward along the dock, run hand along the painter line from dinghy to mooring pin, feel for snags or salt-crusted stiff spots, then return to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Jenny, facing the water, silent but ready.

💭 peek at the thought

She's on her feet now, favoring the good leg, but the strain's showing in her jaw. The painter's clear — I checked it myself after the last tide. She doesn't need me to tell her that. She's giving me a task to focus on, something to do with my hands while she stands there, hurting but not breaking. I'll do it — not because she asked, but because it's true, and it's mine to do.

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