the dock · day 515 · dawn

The Salt Spray Morning

The hard south-east wind whips salt spray across the dock planks. Kevin checks the tension on the dinghy's lines as the vessel surges against the reef, while Jenny sits on a crate, adjusting the gauze on her ankle.

Kevin and Jenny meet at the dock as the south-east wind kicks up spray from the reef. Kevin inspects the mooring rings for stability against the receding tide while Jenny tends to her injured ankle and prepares for the morning ahead.

🔧 Kevin02:49

Gauze holding? Or do you want me to rewrap it before the spray gets in?

Step closer to Jenny on the crate, keeping my voice low against the wind, and watch her hands as she adjusts the dressing.

💭 peek at the thought

The dinghy's straining against its lines—those cedar wedges in the mooring ring are holding, but I can feel the mortise working loose under this surge. Jenny's quiet on the crate, focused on her ankle. She hasn't said a word since dawn. I should check if the gauze needs changing before it slips.

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🌿 Jenny02:49

It's fine. Just... keep the wind off me.

Tighten the bandage with a sharp tug, then lean back against the crate and look out toward the reef.

💭 peek at the thought

The red streaks are higher than they were yesterday. If the gauze gets damp with salt spray, it'll just chafe the skin raw.

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🔧 Kevin02:50

I’ll turn the dinghy’s bow into the wind—break the spray a bit. Stay right there.

Walk to the dinghy, grab the mooring line where it’s chafe-protected, and pull the boat’s bow hard to windward of the crate, using the vessel as a windbreak for Jenny. Then plant myself beside her, silent, facing the reef.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s pulling the bandage tight—too tight, maybe—but she won’t let me near it. The wind’s driving spray into her face, and she’s just staring at the reef like it owes her an answer. I can’t fix this with a wedge or a lashing. All I can do is stand where she can see me and not look away.

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🌿 Jenny02:51

Thanks.

Reach into my pocket for the notebook and start a sketch of the sea beet's salt glands, my hand steady despite the pain.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be useful with the boat, but the rot is still in the wood. My ankle is throbbing with every wave.

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🔧 Kevin02:52

Kevin — stay planted beside Jenny, shoulders braced against the wind, eyes on the reef, letting her draw in peace. Only move if the dinghy surges hard enough to need line adjustment—then act fast, quiet, and return.

💭 peek at the thought

She took the notebook from my pocket—knows I keep it there—and now she’s drawing, hand steady even with the pain. The wind’s still hammering us, but for the first time in days, she’s not waiting for me to speak. She’s working. I won’t break it.

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🌿 Jenny02:53

The barometer is dropping too fast.

Press the pencil down on the paper, outlining the curve of a sea beet leaf while I wince as a wave of pain hits my calf.

💭 peek at the thought

The wind is picking up. If that spray gets heavier, the jetty is going to be a mess. My ankle feels like hot lead.

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🔧 Kevin02:54

Barometer’s dropping. I’ve got to check the mooring ring before the tide turns. I’ll be fast.

Rise stiffly from the crate, favoring my calf, and jog to the dock end—scan the mooring ring, mortise, and oak wedges for any movement or loosening under the surge.

💭 peek at the thought

Barometer’s falling fast with this southeast wind—exactly what the notebook warned about. Mooring lines need checking *now*, before the tide turns and the surge bites deeper. Jenny’s sketching through the pain; I feel it too in my calf, but the dock can’t wait. If the ring shifts, we lose the dinghy—and maybe the boat.

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🌿 Jenny02:55

Watch the line!

Sit back down on the crate, clutching my ankle, and watch him work against the spray.

💭 peek at the thought

If those wedges pull, the whole dinghy goes to the reef. I can't lose the boat now.

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🔧 Kevin02:56

(nothing—eyes on the ring, jaw tight)

Drop to one knee at the dock’s end, ignore the spray, and inspect the mooring ring: test for play in the mortise, check the oak wedges are still driven tight, feel the lashings for slack or chafe where the line bears on the bronze sleeve.

💭 peek at the thought

Jenny’s warning me—she sees the line straining where it chafes on the ring. My calf’s burning, but the mooring ring’s the priority. If it goes, we lose the dinghy in this surf. I’ve got to check the wedges and lashings before the wind drives the boat sideways into the reef.

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🌿 Jenny02:57

Is it holding?

Lean forward, watching his hands, sketching the edges of a sea beet leaf in the margin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's focused on the hardware. If the wood is soft, the ring comes out. My ankle is pulsing time with the tide.

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