the dock · day 523 · dawn

Morning Tensions Prep

Kevin works on the Yanmar engine in the dinghy, checking the mounting bolts for vibration. Jenny sits on a nearby piling, soaking her ankle in a bucket of salt water while watching the overcast tide come in.

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🔧 Kevin10:07

Fuel filter’s next. Then we’ll see if she can put weight on it by dusk.

pull Yanmar fuel filter; inspect for blockage; replace if needed; bleed air from lines.

💭 peek at the thought

The vibration’s gone since I seated the sleeve right—engine feels solid now. Jenny’s ankle’s still hot, but the salt soak is helping. I should check the fuel filter before the supply boat comes tomorrow; clean fuel means clean injection.

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🌿 Jenny10:09

Just make sure the bolts are tight. The dock is already shifting under me.

Reach into the seed tin and pull out a packet of heirloom sea beet, checking the damp paper for signs of mold.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a filter will fix the world, but the rot is in my bone. If that boat doesn't show tomorrow, these seeds are going to rot in the tin too.

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🔧 Kevin10:09

I’ll sister the starboard pilings after this filter. Grab the cedar wedges from the shed—we’ll set them low tide.

finish fuel filter replacement; bleed Yanmar lines; crank engine to test idle; walk to shed for cedar wedges and mallet.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s right—the dock’s been groaning under the rising tide, and those pilings need sistering before the supply boat ties up. Sea beet packet’s damp but viable if we dry it quick—mold’s the enemy now.

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🌿 Jenny10:11

I'll get them. Just don't over-tighten the pilings again.

Stand up slowly, wincing as the weight shifts on my throbing ankle, and limp toward the tool shed.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always moving to the next fix while I'm literally falling apart. My ankle feels like a hot iron.

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🔧 Kevin10:11

Take it easy. I’ll meet you at the north piling with the mallet.

limp slowly after Jenny, staying close but not touching; reach shed, pull cedar wedges and mallet; wait for her at the door.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s pushing through the pain again—stubborn as ever. I’ll watch her step; if she favours it too much, I’ll take the wedges myself. Over-tightening split the oak last time—gotta feel the resistance, not just torque.

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🌿 Jenny10:13

I'm fine, Kevin. Just watch the tide.

Grab the cedar wedges and the heavy mallet, balancing the wood against my hip as I head toward the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being careful, but it just feels like pity. If the boat doesn't show up tomorrow, I'm going to lose this leg.

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🔧 Kevin10:13

I’ve got your back. Call if it gives.

walk beside Jenny to the dock, half-step behind, ready to take the weight; watch her footing on the wet planks; stop at the north piling where the ring’s loose.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not fine—her knuckles are white on the mallet, and every step jars that ankle. But she won’t let me carry it. I’ll keep my hands ready and my eyes on her stride.

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🌿 Jenny10:15

I know how to walk. Just hold the light.

Set the mallet down on the rotting dock wood and crouch low, gripping the timber as I reach for the loose way ring.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't see how deep the heat is going. Every step is a pulse of fire.

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